The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 274

In the gallery’s video surveillance backroom, James was lounging in his chair. His gaze rested casually on the array of screens before him. Though darkness had enveloped the exhibit hall below, the monitors told a different story, painting a picture that was far from pitch black.

Wyatt stood by James‘ side. His eyes too were fixed on the surveillance feed.

Downstairs, the main exhibit hall was in utter chaos, while the upper level was even more crowded. The sudden blackout had triggered a panicked stampede among the visitors, who, stumbling in the dark, were more likely to trip the infrared beams.

Tripping those beams would set off the gallery’s intricate traps, potentially harming many. Considering the guests were a mix of national and international elites and tycoons, an incident in the gallery could lead to a public relations nightmare.

Wyatt, with a face ashen as storm clouds, said, “Boss, we might have to shut down all the security mechanisms.”

Damn it, those bastards actually dared to pull this off, using human lives to force them into disabling the gallery’s security system.

James‘ fingers were idly drumming on the armrest of his chair. His expression was as serene as a summer sky. After several seconds, he uttered a nonchalant “Hmm.”

of the gallery’s lethal security devices, including the

all the exits,” James said coolly.

Wyatt complied.

the stairways between the

corridor

the signal jammer.”

“Start up the…”

a calm, measured sequence, showing no sign

Her head never once tilted upward to glance at the ceiling since she had entered the gallery. She was aware of the countless cameras hidden and visible overhead.

been turned off. It meant anyone could now approach

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the traps. Although the items could be safely taken, whether one could leave the gallery alive was a completely different matter.

sight reappeared as if they had been waiting for this moment.