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

Chapter 275

As her fingers danced across the buttons next to her wristwatch, the camera overhead seemed to fritz out, and the monitor room’s feed remained frozen on the scene where Curtis had just approached the two people. It was as if the image was stuck in time.

Now was her moment. Mirabella made her move.

In the security hub.

“Uh, the second floor’s feed’s got the jitters.” Wyatt, who was vigilantly watching every corner, quickly noticed that the entire feed from the second–floor gallery had become static.

“Signal interference.” James spat out coldly, as a familiar scenario unfolded before him.

He rose from his chair. His gaze swept over the second–floor gallery screen before locking onto a figure in the crowd. It was a person wearing a baseball cap, never once lifting his head. He pointed a commanding finger. “Check out that guy’s ID.”

about the cap–wearer that set off his instincts, despite

air of deadly seriousness. Wyatt glanced in the direction his boss had left, then quickly instructed his team to spring into action. He

out of the

counted the seconds. At the precise moment the glass case. housing the emerald was cut open, she closed in on the two people, reaching in first and effortlessly lifting the artifact out. Her speed was so

fingers touched its base, she frowned. Had she really spent a good fifty bucks on cab fare for

darkened in an instant, and she stuffed the object back into the case.

and saw the emerald back in its place, fear flashed across their

sense of danger. She lifted her gaze but couldn’t spot the source of this malice. Taking a step back,

watchful eye, the corridor entrance was laced with a dense network of infrared

noticed the escalators to both the first and

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shut down.