The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1882

Wyatt picked up the phone in a hurry, and Mirabella's voice came through on the other end. "I've sent the flight path to your phone. You can access it whenever you need, no strings attached."

"That's great news," Wyatt said, a wave of relief washing over him as he thanked her several times.

"No need for thanks. If there's anything else you need, just give me a shout," Mirabella replied, her voice steady and reassuring.

Hearing this, Wyatt instinctively glanced over at Curtis, who was still seated by the window, eyes glued to his computer screen as he searched for the plane's signal. After a moment's thought, Wyatt asked, "The professor and his team lost contact right after crossing the border. Ms. Mirabella, since you're a tech whiz, could you help us track them down?"

Curtis, overhearing the conversation from nearby, seemed unfazed, not even batting an eye.

"Absolutely, send me the flight path," Mirabella said, moving over to her computer and getting to work.

The sudden radio silence of the plane seemed far from coincidental. Even if Wyatt hadn't mentioned it, Mirabella would have been on it.

Wyatt agreed and was about to hang up when he saw James reaching out for the phone. Realizing what was up, he quickly handed it over.

"Mr. Maverick was the one who guided you to that black meteorite in the underground vault, right?" James asked, diving straight in as he took the phone.

Having gone through some documents earlier, he recalled the shadowy figure Mirabella had mentioned from the vault.

Hearing James's voice, Mirabella paused for a moment before confirming, "Yes."

Her tone was firm.

King was Mr. Maverick, and with Santos under his wing, the events of that day started to make sense.

Plus, she had her suspicions—King might be more than just one person.

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