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

Chapter 1283

"What's up?" Wyatt noticed Curtis tapping away on his keyboard, coding like his life depended on it. He couldn't help but steal a glance at the surveillance

screens.

The feeds from the main entrances and exits looked as uneventful as a calm afternoon. But Wyatt knew better-sometimes, the quietest scenes hid the loudest secrets.

He tapped his earpiece, instructing his team to keep a hawk's eye on the vault. After a couple of minutes, he turned to Curtis. "Curtis, should I go grab Ms. Mirabella to lend us a hand here?"

Curtis, still deep in his coding zone, almost messed up a line when he heard Wyatt's suggestion. It wasn't a harsh jab, but it sure hit a nerve.

Before dialing Mirabella, Wyatt figured he'd check in with James. James, phone in hand, casually glanced toward the lounge entrance and said, "She's headed to the restroom. Let the others keep watch for now; I'll bring her over once she's back."

Wyatt gave a quick nod and hung up.

Turning to Curtis again, Wyatt asked, "Ms. Mirabella won't be here right away. How soon can you clear the interference?"

to his screen. After a brief pause, he added, "Same interference

aware that whoever was messing with the Shepherd family had it

heading upstairs to check things out," Wyatt decided, not wanting to leave any stone unturned. He swiftly exited

could

by his own cautious footsteps. Wyatt's eyes swept the area before settling on the storage room

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mechanical lock, the kind that- required a keen mind and a steady hand to crack. Mess

altogether. Wyatt had practiced countless times just to get the hang of it. He inspected the lock, finding no signs of tampering,

update and, not wanting to spook anyone, made a quick

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in the lounge before too

up a call as she walked in. "You're back," he said, putting

nodded, then drifted

auction floor where ancient relics were being