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,

taken aback, not quite following her line of

email. If the

to his desk, logged into his email,

"You're

an academic conference," Mirabella said,

There weren't any department-

nodded, "Oh, I might have forgotten

floored. "You

professor, he knew the sciences often overlapped. He suddenly

major is physics?" Zane asked, still

"Yep," Mirabella replied casually.

only the top-tier students or those with a professor's nod could attend such conferences.

this, feeling a twitch in

your advisor in the

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