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

Chapter 277

“Well, this is a real head–scratcher,” Wyatt muttered under his breath, turning his attention to James who had been unusually quiet. “Sir, what’s your take on today’s fiasco?”

James was the only one who had had any contact with the person who had managed to snatch the device, albeit briefly. And although the perpetrator had slipped through their fingers before they could properly nab him, Wyatt always trusted his boss‘ judgment.

James‘ gaze was detached. His eyes were not quite focusing on anything in particular. After a moment he finally spoke, “I’m not sure.”

At his words, both Wyatt and Curtis fell into a contemplative silence. If even James wasn’t sure, then they had to consider that today’s slippery foe was on par with the one who had stolen the device the last time.

“I’ll keep digging,” Curtis said in a low tone.

James‘ gaze drifted off, signaling the end of the conversation.

Mirabella left the exhibition hall, she didn’t head straight back to her hotel. Instead, she instructed her driver to take a leisurely detour around the

she only powered it back on once she was safely in her room. The moment her phone came to life, it was bombarded with

hour. Ignoring the texts

the afternoon, and the results of the final competition

had been waiting for her to get

excuse, “I went out for

College administration building, taking a deep breath before

yet,” she drawled, glancing at the time. Hearing a hint of something unusual in Mr. Hammond’s voice, she couldn’t help but ask, “Uh, Mr. Hammond, are my results…?”

her concerns that her performance might have been

Chapter 277

I can’t talk right now. The principal just

Mr. Hammond hung up before Mirabella could