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

Chapter 866

Curtis, feeling the pressure, could only wait. When it came to decrypting digital info, he had to admit Ms. Mirabella was way ahead of him.

"I'll wait for your update," he texted back quickly.

After hitting send, Curtis slipped his phone into his pocket and turned his attention back to his laptop. A stubborn file on the screen had him stumped despite all his efforts.

Wyatt finished his call and looked over. "Any luck with Ms. Mirabella?"

"Not yet," Curtis said, fingers tapping away. "She'll be free in twenty minutes."

Wyatt sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, use that time to give it another shot." Curtis's fingers hesitated for a second.

Wyatt leaned against the arm of the sofa, watching Curtis's screen like a hawk.

Curtis couldn't take it anymore. "Can you please get out of my face?" he snapped through gritted teeth.

Wyatt shot him a look. "What, can't handle a little pressure?"

a deep breath, reminding himself not to lose his

James walked in, still in

room.

up straight when James approached, quickly greeting him, "James." Curtis stood too, nodding

charge of the shipment for the States?"

Curtis exchanged a glance. Curtis stepped forward, "That would be my

piercing.

Curtis

was calm, but

messed

the trick coming."

"It's not entirely Curtis's fault. The EU played us by using a third-party. We did check; it seemed legit

off with a swift kick

settled into the sofa, his icy stare unwavering. "So you got duped by a big name and lost

face turned crimson.

fault," Curtis said firmly, bowing