The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 739

As soon as Curtis's words hit the air, Wyatt instinctively turned to him and quickly walked over. "What's going on?"

"The surveillance feed from the exhibit has frozen; someone's using a jammer," Curtis replied, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"A jammer, again? Just like at the last art show..." Wyatt's voice trailed off as he glanced towards Mirabella and then fell silent.

"I don't know if it's the same person," Curtis muttered, narrowing his eyes and lowering his voice.

Mirabella, upon hearing about the jammer, merely lifted her head to glance at Curtis, her expression unmoved, before turning back to James. "You should go; I'll wait."

James had been quite intrigued by the person causing trouble at the Shepherd family's exhibitions, but at Mirabella's suggestion, he simply said, "Would you mind waiting for me?"

After a moment's thought, Mirabella nodded. "Alright."

James moved to Curtis's side, his gaze fixed on the frozen screen. "Haven't you gotten rid of the interference yet?"

Curtis had been feeling rather down since he hadn't managed to break his hacking record from last year, and with Wyatt always there to poke fun at him, his frustration was at an all-time high. Hearing James's use of "yet" just added salt to the wound, making Curtis wish he could drag the troublemaker out from behind the scenes right then and there.

Pressing her temples, Mirabella approached Curtis.

Both Wyatt and Curtis were focused on the screen, and apart from James, who looked up at her approach, they were oblivious to her presence.

Wyatt was keeping an eye on the clock, and with each passing second without a resolution, his frustration grew, his fists clenched at his sides.

This particular exhibition at the Evergreen Gallery had been a special arrangement with the central broadcasting network; otherwise, it would have closed ten days ago. The value of the artifacts on display was immense, not to mention the presence of three national treasure-level appraisers. There was no room for error. And importantly, Ms. Mirabella's father was also inside.