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

Chapter 1390

"Hey, should we let Nick, Ms. Mirabella's contact, know about this?" Wyatt suddenly recalled, having previously swapped contact info with Atlas.

"Yeah," James replied quietly. There was nothing secretive about it, especially since the Davis family's global connections were likely more robust than his own.

A suspect accused of stealing national research secrets shouldn't have been let go in the first place. Now that he's out, staying in the country doesn't seem likely. James glanced out the car window, feeling a bit stuffy inside. He rolled it down, letting in the brisk air, which eased the heaviness in his chest a bit.

At a red light, Wyatt hit the brakes and grabbed his phone to shoot a quick message to Atlas on Messenger, giving a brief rundown of the situation. It seemed Atlas was tied up, as he didn't respond right away. Not wanting to pester him, Wyatt decided to leave it at that.

Half an hour later, they were back in their neighborhood. As Wyatt was about to head out, he noticed James rubbing his temples, assuming he was still stressed about Ben. "Don't sweat it too much, James. Ben's got enough on his plate; he won't be causing any trouble," he reassured him.

James gave a soft hum, waved goodbye, and headed inside.

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message, he reported it to Nick. Nick had been out of the hospital for a few days. Thanks to some cover-up by the virus center, no one suspected anything when

Nick pondered

shook his head, "Just

no need to rush. Just keep an eye on the immigration logs; he

it, I'll handle

Miss Mira, but recalling Mirabella's sharp skills and marksmanship, he

for a couple of minutes before turning to go inside. Just then,

and walked over. "When did you come

until Nick got closer before standing up straight. She glanced at the

She could be pretty intimidating when angry, so he decided to be upfront. "Atlas just called. Ben's been