The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1283

"What's up?" Wyatt noticed Curtis tapping away on his keyboard, coding like his life depended on it. He couldn't help but steal a glance at the surveillance screens.

The feeds from the main entrances and exits looked as uneventful as a calm afternoon. But Wyatt knew better—sometimes, the quietest scenes hid the loudest secrets.

He tapped his earpiece, instructing his team to keep a hawk's eye on the vault. After a couple of minutes, he turned to Curtis. "Curtis, should I go grab Ms. Mirabella to lend us a hand here?"

Curtis, still deep in his coding zone, almost messed up a line when he heard Wyatt's suggestion. It wasn't a harsh jab, but it sure hit a nerve.

Before dialing Mirabella, Wyatt figured he’d check in with James. James, phone in hand, casually glanced toward the lounge entrance and said, "She's headed to the restroom. Let the others keep watch for now; I'll bring her over once she's back."

Wyatt gave a quick nod and hung up.

Turning to Curtis again, Wyatt asked, "Ms. Mirabella won't be here right away. How soon can you clear the interference?"

"Two minutes, give or take," Curtis replied, eyes glued to his screen. After a brief pause, he added, "Same interference trick—I'm sure it's our guy."

Wyatt nodded, fully aware that whoever was messing with the Shepherd family had it coming.

"I'm heading upstairs to check things out," Wyatt decided, not wanting to leave any stone unturned. He swiftly exited the surveillance room.

Two minutes could change everything.

He soon found himself upstairs, where silence reigned supreme. The stillness was almost eerie, broken only by his own cautious footsteps. Wyatt’s eyes swept the area before settling on the storage room door.