The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 872

Andrew's face went dark the second he heard those words, his hand twitching near the gun strapped to his waist, ready to draw it at a moment's notice.

The guys who'd come with Andrew were already on high alert, their guns aimed in one direction, ready to fire at the slightest hint of trouble.

"Don't push your luck," Andrew warned coldly.

The whole room became tense in an instant.

Wyatt, standing nearby, was about to make a move, but James, who had been sitting calmly, stood up and strolled over to Andrew. Towering over him, he looked down and said, "You think you're up to this?"

Andrew, usually so authoritative, found himself stepping back instinctively when he met James's eyes, like a mouse staring down a cat.

"You..." Andrew stammered, unable to find his words.

Just then, Curtis, exuding a chilling authority, walked in. He didn't seem bothered at all by the guns trained on him by Andrew's men. He approached Andrew, holding up a piece of paper. "Maybe you should take a look at this before you say anything else."

Andrew frowned and glanced at the document. As he read the first few lines, his face changed dramatically. He snatched the papers from Curtis and quickly scanned through them, his hands starting to shake.

Curtis watched him with a cold smile. "You might want to skip to the last page. Decoding your voice messages took quite a bit of time."

Breaking down dozens of voice messages to find a common thread was no small feat, let alone assembling those threads into a 340 cipher text.

The 340 cipher, more intricate and obscure than Morse code, would have been a tough nut to crack if Curtis hadn't studied it before. Andrew had indeed been cautious.