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

Chapter 1581

Wyatt had just wrapped up his call when he noticed Curtis zoning out at his computer screen. He couldn't resist breaking the silence, "Curtis?"

Curtis snapped back to reality, shut his laptop, and glanced at the middle-aged man sitting nearby. "I need to swing by the Weapons Bureau in the next couple of days," he announced.

Wyatt met his gaze, and with years of partnership under their belts, they could practically communicate through a single look. After a moment's pause, Wyatt nodded, "Alright, just watch your back."

Curtis gave a nod, grabbed his laptop, and headed out.

Once Curtis was gone, Wyatt called his team to deal with the middle-aged man. After dishing out instructions, he too made his exit.

**

Time flew by, and before she knew it, the end of the month was upon them.

The day before her overseas trip, Mirabella dropped by Zane's office to request some time off.

When Zane heard her asking for ten days of leave, he nearly leapt out of his chair. "Seriously? That's way too long! We're knee-deep in crucial talks with the DO Group. You can't be MIA!"

this coming and just sighed, "Professor, you must be

was taken aback, not

It's in your email. If the DO Group needs anything,

into his email, and—sure enough—found the

the mouse aside, Zane looked back at Mirabella and asked, "You're asking for such a long leave; there's gotta

conference," Mirabella said, without holding

puzzled. There weren't any department- organized

have forgotten to mention,

"You forgot to mention

often overlapped. He suddenly recalled the

your second major is physics?" Zane asked, still a bit

"Yep," Mirabella replied casually.

or those with a professor's nod could attend such conferences. Yet, last

this, feeling a twitch in his cheek, and

"Who's your advisor

by Zane's intense look, taking a moment before she slowly replied, "It's