The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1691

The car sped along the road for a bit before slowing down again. Each bump made Santos look paler, and if you looked closely, you'd notice a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“What a drag,” the driver muttered, clearly unimpressed.

They'd been trailing someone, but halfway through, the pursuit was abandoned. It was almost too easy to give up. Santos leaned back in his seat, glancing at the rearview mirror. Despite the lingering pain in his chest, he didn’t seem bothered. “Did they give up?”

“Yeah, they backed off on their own,” the driver replied, running a hand lazily through his hair.

The traffic light ahead turned red, and he hit the brakes, catching a faint medicinal smell in the air. He turned to look at Santos, finally taking in his appearance. With a raised eyebrow, he remarked, “Your disguise this time... is pretty convincing.”

“Yeah, it is,” Santos replied, a bit stiffly. Thankfully, his face was a mask, hiding any embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he added, “Drop me off at Riverside University.”

The driver just shrugged it off, not minding being treated like a chauffeur, and started the engine again.

An hour later, they pulled up by the curb outside Riverside University's main entrance.

“Thanks for today,” Santos said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. His foot was just about to touch the ground when the driver’s laid-back voice halted him.

“No need for thanks. We’re square now,” the driver replied, casually adjusting his sleeve.