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?"

breath, reminding himself not to lose

still in his camo

room.

quickly greeting him, "James." Curtis stood too, nodding respectfully

of the shipment for the States?" James asked as

Curtis stepped forward, "That

eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Didn't

Curtis

was calm, but

"I messed up. I

the trick coming."

tension, hurried to Curtis's defense. "It's not entirely Curtis's fault. The EU played

kick to the

stare unwavering. "So you

face turned crimson.

said firmly, bowing