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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to some cover-up by

Atlas called. Frowning slightly, Nick pondered for a moment before asking, "Still nothing solid

his head, "Just surface stuff, not much

an eye on the immigration logs;

it, I'll handle it,"

recalling Mirabella's sharp skills and marksmanship, he hesitated. He might even

up, Nick stood quietly in the garden for a couple of minutes before turning to go

and walked

until Nick got closer before standing up straight. She glanced at the phone he was still

how his recent injury had upset his sister She could be pretty intimidating when angry, so he decided to be upfront. "Atlas just called. Ben's been bailed