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

Chapter 1457

Atlas was almost a picture of frost at this moment, causing the backstage staff to stand by, trembling, not daring to get too close to him. Even speaking to him was done with utmost caution.

The surveillance in the airport lobby hadn't been tampered with, so it didn't take long for Atlas to spot Mirabella's figure in the footage.

Following her path through several cameras, he finally pinpointed her location to the airport's executive parking lot.

Atlas asked the staff to pull up the surveillance for that area, but the screen was black, clearly indicating that someone had covered the camera.

A staff member quickly explained, "The internal parking lot's surveillance is generally not meant for public access, so it's not usually within our key monitoring scope. That's why we didn't notice the anomaly with the camera."

His words were true. With hundreds of cameras throughout the airport, it was impossible to monitor each one constantly, especially not the internal parking lot.

Atlas's gaze lingered on the surveillance screen, his fist clenched. After muttering a thank you, he left the surveillance room and headed to the parking lot.

The internal parking lot wasn't very large, and at the moment, there were about five or six sedans parked there. After a thorough check, Atlas didn't find anything.

The lack of discovery meant that he couldn't confirm whether Miss Mira had actually been there.

Atlas's expression grew even darker. As he turned to leave, he had only taken a few steps when something caught his eye. Quickly moving towards the front right, he bent down to pick up a very thin needle from the ground.

use it before, so he could almost immediately ascertain it belonged to

Mira was

in hand, Atlas felt

**

Elsewhere.

was discussing business when his phone vibrated in his pocket a few

wasn't until

Wyatt burst into

kis

written all over face and made a beeline fordames, "James, there's been

eyes slightly, turning to look at Wyatt,

in a low voice, "Didn't you instruct to check on Ms. Mirabella's grandmother

and his expression

to be severe

from the hospital; Catherine has

now she's

thread, could go moment..." Wyatt couldn't bring himself to

this, James's pen dropped onto the table, showing a