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.”

into his headset. Instantly, the entire array of

the exits,”

Wyatt complied.

the stairways between the first

the corridor infrared

on the signal jammer.”

“Start up the…”

James in a calm, measured sequence, showing no sign of perturbation despite

upward to glance at the ceiling since she had entered the gallery. She was aware of the countless cameras hidden and visible overhead. Despite the darkness shrouding the gallery, she

been turned off. It meant anyone

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could be safely taken, whether one could leave the

vanished from sight reappeared as if they had been waiting for this moment. Their goal was clear: