The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 738

Mirabella nodded, giving his suitcase a quick glance, “All packed up?”

Wyatt nodded back, “Yeah, almost done. My flight’s at six tonight.” He paused, pointing towards the living room, “James is still upstairs. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get you some water.”

Mirabella wandered over to the couch, noticing a laptop on the coffee table, its screen flickering with several video windows open.

Must be surveillance footage from somewhere.

She glanced at it briefly before looking away, deciding not to pry.

In less than a minute, Wyatt came over with a glass of water. He noticed the laptop on the table and, after setting down the glass, turned the computer so its screen was no longer facing Mirabella.

Curtis, having gathered his own luggage, came into the living room and saw Mirabella sitting on the couch.

He nodded politely at her, then, touching the earpiece he wore, murmured something under his breath before sitting down at the other end of the couch, lifting the laptop onto his lap.

“Curtis doesn’t talk much, Ms. Mirabella. Don’t mind him,” Wyatt said, trying to explain.

“Okay,” Mirabella said, not bothered, taking a small sip from her glass.

But did Curtis just mention something about a painting?

Her dad had gone to that art and ancient manuscript exhibition today that James had talked about a while back. It was supposed to be over, but they were doing a special recording for a radio documentary, and her dad had been picked as a lucky viewer. So, he had headed out early for the exhibition.

Then, James came downstairs, his sharp features highlighted by a black trench coat that made him look effortlessly cool, holding a thick envelope in his hand.

He sat down next to Mirabella and handed her the envelope, “From Donald.”

Mirabella didn’t take it right away, tilting her head slightly to look at James, an eyebrow raised in question, “Is this a gift card?”

“Just open it and see,” James’s voice was smooth as silk.

Mirabella nodded, then checked the time, “It’s getting late.” She stood up, patting his shoulder, “Safe travels, and Happy New Year in advance.”

“Same to you,” James stood as well.

“I’ll let you guys be, then. I’m off,” Mirabella said cheerily, hands in her pockets.

James had messaged her to come down, saying he had something for her. She wasn’t busy, so she decided to drop by.

“I’ll walk you out,” James offered.

Mirabella was about to decline but ended up accepting after a brief glance at him, heading towards the door.

Just as they were leaving, Curtis, who had been engrossed in the laptop and not paying much attention to Mirabella and James’s conversation, suddenly looked up, his tone urgent, “Someone’s tampering with the exhibition hall’s surveillance.”