The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 272

Curtis’ fingers danced rapidly across the computer keyboard. His eyes scanned the relentless cascade of commands on the screen. After a minute, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“Was there any funny business at the exhibit hall around 6:30 this morning?” he asked. His voice was deep and serious.

His associate, stationed nearby, shook his head promptly. “Nope, we just did a sweep of the exhibit hall. Everything’s as it should be.” He paused, then added with a hint of curiosity, “Curtis, you spotted something off?”

Curtis’ gaze was locked on the computer screen. After a moment, he finally said, “Someone has breached our surveillance system.”

The associate blinked in surprise. “But didn’t you code a top-notch security program? We didn’t get any alerts this morning...”

Regarded as the seventh best hacker globally, Curtis had established programs and firewalls that were nearly impenetrable — unless you were one of the top five on that list.

Just then, the door to the control room swung open. Curtis looked up to see his boss entering and immediately stood, nodding respectfully. “Boss.”

James strode in. His eyes shifted to the surveillance footage as he asked in a cool tone, “What’s the situation?”

“There’s nothing unusual in the exhibit hall, but the surveillance system was hacked this morning,” Curtis reported gravely.

James narrowed his eyes. “Any leads on who it might be?”

“Just found out. I’m on it,” Curtis replied and resumed his seat at the laptop.

James stood with his hands clasped behind him. His gaze never left the surveillance feed. The usual coldness on his face was replaced with an air of lethal seriousness.

Seeing this, Curtis gestured discreetly to the subordinate. The message was clear, and the man exited swiftly.

Closing his laptop, Curtis lifted his head, joining his boss in scrutinizing the vast array of surveillance images. Every corner, every person that appeared, was under their watchful eye. The absence of anomalies was, paradoxically, the anomaly. If someone had chosen this moment to hack the system, it meant the unseen enemy had begun to make their move.

A cold smile played on Curtis’ lips, and his rugged face took on an even edgier look. He stood up decisively. “I’ll head to the scene and keep an eye out.”

Without another word, he strode out of the control room, ready to face whatever — or whoever — was coming.