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

Curtis carefully replaced the black silk cloth over the object, his demeanor always cool and reserved, unlike Wyatt's lively nature. He simply stated, "Let's not mention this to anyone until James says otherwise."

Wyatt glanced at him, understanding his intent, "I know, I'm not stupid."

Hearing this, Curtis's lips twitched into an emotionless smile, "You've had your moments of foolishness."

Wyatt: "..."

That was downright insulting.

"Speaking of which, James assembling this thing so quickly, could it be because Ms. Mirabella joined us, so he wants to make time for romance?" Wyatt, leaning lazily against the table and tapping his chin, threw out the suggestion.

The sour taste of love in the air!!

Curtis shot Wyatt a look of disdain, "A brain is a useful thing to have." Wyatt: "?"

"Do you really think James just wanted us here to see the assembled weapon?" Curtis said, clearly annoyed.

When they had mentioned Ms. Mirabella earlier, James had made no comment, only leading them to the basement, which likely hinted at a deeper meaning.

Wyatt paused, his gaze becoming serious as he considered Curtis's demeanor. After thinking it through, a realization suddenly dawned on him.

His cheeks twitching, Wyatt's eyes fell back on the object covered by the silk cloth, "Could this be Ms. Mirabella's creation???"

He then remembered Mirabella's occasional bursts of skill, growing more convinced of its possibility the more he thought about it.

Covering his face with his hand, Wyatt realized that if the weapon was indeed crafted by Ms. Mirabella, then his earlier comments in front of James were completely misguided.

He had wanted to see the astonished faces of the department heads, but instead, he was the one who ended up embarrassed.

Curtis glanced at Wyatt's fluctuating expression. Although he seemed composed, his thoughts were similar to Wyatt's.

Taking a deep breath, Curtis swallowed his pride and simply said, "Be more careful with your words in the future."

Wyatt quickly nodded, "I don't know if James is angry, but I need to find a way to make up for my mistake."

Saying so, he pulled out his phone.

Curtis watched him, puzzled, but his expression grew thoughtful when he saw the content displayed on

Wyatt's phone screen. He too quietly took out his phone. fo

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Meanwhile, in the car.

Mirabella was talking to James when her phone's Messenger app chimed. She was already holding her phone and stopped talking to check the notification.

Wyatt: [Messenger Transfer]

Curtis: [Messenger Transfer]

Seeing the two consecutive money

transfers to her via Messenger,

Mirabella was a bit confused. She

looked up at James, who was

driving, "Did Wyatt and Curtis strike it rich or something?"

James glanced at the rearview mirror, not quite understanding, "Hmm?"

Mirabella shifted her gaze back to her phone, typing a message while speaking, "Each of them sent me fifty thousand dollars, very odd."

Hearing this, James had a rough idea why the two suddenly transferred money to the young lady.

He kept his eyes on the road, but the corners of his lips curled up in an indifferent smile, telling Mirabella, "They probably got a generous year-end bonus. Just accept it, don't be shy, consider it a New Year's blessing."

Just as Mirabella was about to respond to the two and initiate a refund, she

hesitated upon hearing James's words, pausing mid-action.