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

in his camo gear, his presence

room.

straight when James approached, quickly greeting him, "James."

of the shipment for the States?" James asked as he

stepped forward, "That

narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Didn't I say

Curtis

was calm, but

messed

the trick coming."

hurried to Curtis's defense. "It's not entirely Curtis's fault. The EU played us by using a third-party. We did

kick to the shin, signaling him

sofa, his icy stare unwavering. "So you got duped by a big name

face turned

fault," Curtis said firmly, bowing his