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

Having finished speaking, Wyatt's mind wandered back to the previous night,

when he saw Mirabella and James emerging together from the basement. Hesitant at first, he decided to speak up, "James, there's something I'm not sure if I should mention..."

"Hmm?" James, who had been sitting there without looking up, responded.

"It's just...Ms. Mirabella is still in college. If she gets exposed to the secrets of the agency too soon, it might not be good for her," Wyatt said tactfully.

The agency was just waiting for James to slip up. Although Ms. Mirabella was a member of the Davis family, the Davis family traditionally had no dealings with the agency. So, if someone with ulterior motives took advantage of the situation, it would be troublesome.

"Wyatt is right. It's also a matter of Ms. Mirabella's safety," Curtis added, having discussed this with Wyatt on the way over. On the matter of secrets, he and Wyatt shared the same concern.

After all, they weren't married yet, and there were certain boundaries that should be maintained.

Hearing their words, James paused for a moment before asking indifferently, "What time is it now?"

Wyatt and Curtis exchanged glances, puzzled by James's sudden question about the time. Checking his watch, Wyatt quickly answered, "It's fifteen minutes to nine."

James stopped massaging the bridge of his nose and stood up from the sofa, reaching for his coat.

He didn't address the issue they had just brought up.noveldrama

Wyatt had more to say, but seeing James's actions, he touched his nose uncertainly, unable to gauge his thoughts. He quietly asked, "James, are you going out?"

James looked up, his expression unreadable, "Yes, to Prestige College."

"Prestige College? What are you doing there...Are you going to see Ms. Mirabella?" Wyatt realized as he spoke.

James fastened the last button on his coat and then turned to Wyatt and Curtis, "Go check the basement."

With that, he shifted his gaze away from them, not bothering further, and walked unhurriedly to the door.

After hearing the door close, Wyatt and Curtis stood there, dazedly coming back to their senses.

"James asked us to check the basement, could it be that K-1 is already assembled?" Wyatt scratched his head, looking at Curtis.

Curtis, without a word, turned and headed for the staircase leading to the basement.

Seeing this, Wyatt quickly followed.

When they saw the item covered with silk cloth on the table, they both clenched their fists.

Curtis reached out and lifted the silk cloth, revealing a heavy weapon gleaming with metallic paint.

Wyatt couldn't help but exclaim, "James has already assembled it!!"

Just a few days ago, he had said he had no clue, it couldn't have been done this quickly.

Curtis circled the table, inspecting the weapon from every angle, before saying, "It's identical to the blueprint."

"You should know who assembled it.

It was only a matter of time for James Wyatt had no doubts about this, "wonder how powerful it will

be when mounted on a heavy mecha."

Curtis glanced at Wyatt, "Considering what it's needed for, what do you think?"

Wyatt touched his nose, his gaze

g to the weapon. A parly a

that had engaged James for was bound to be powerful.

"Everything's ready now. The old heads at the agency are going to be disappointed again," Wyatt clicked his tongue, eager to see their frustrated faces.