The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 867

In the States, illegal arms trafficking is no joke. Once you get slapped with that charge, there's no easy way out.

Andrew had always been trying to dig up dirt on the Shepherd family, and this time, it was serious.

"This feels like a well-orchestrated plot—not just against the Shepherd family, but Sam too," Wyatt whispered, leaning in.

It was too coincidental that Andrew managed to seize the weapons. Plus, Andrew and Sam have always been political rivals, smiling to each other's faces but hiding true animosity. Andrew had been gunning for Sam's top position for a while.

James closed his eyes briefly, maintaining his calm demeanor. "To take down the Shepherd family, he'd need to have the chops."

"But Curtis found something interesting," Wyatt continued.

"Oh?" James glanced at him, curious.

"An encrypted file that Curtis managed to snag from Andrew."

Though it was a rookie mistake, they'd figure out the whole story soon enough.

"However, the file hasn't been decrypted yet, so we don't know what's inside," Wyatt whispered back, pausing before adding, "Whatever Andrew's keeping so hush-hush, it's probably not something legal."

Mentioning the decryption made Curtis feel a bit embarrassed. Just as he was about to speak, his phone buzzed. Remembering the time, he quickly pulled it out of his pocket.

It was a message from Mirabella saying she was ready.

Curtis looked up at James, "James, with Ms. Mirabella's computer skills, she should be able to decrypt the file. She's available now."

James frowned slightly at this.

Curtis, always keen on reading James's expressions, continued, "Ms. Mirabella is just really good with computers, nothing else..."

James shot him a look. "Do you think it's fair to drag an innocent person into this?"

Suddenly, he felt like a complete novice in computing. It hadn't even been a minute since she sent that message, right? And she had already hacked into his computer?

Mirabella: [Hmm?]

Curtis's lips twitched. Snapping back to reality and setting aside his embarrassment, he quickly typed a reply: [Yes.]

Mirabella: [Okay.]

Soon, Curtis saw his computer screen flash, and a program he had never seen before started running, with a progress bar displayed in the center.

One second, thirty percent.

Two seconds, sixty percent.

Three seconds...