The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1071

Curtis was caught off guard by James's sudden request, "James, why the sudden interest in this?"

Hadn't he just mentioned earlier that we could let it slide?

James, holding his phone, remained silent, his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression unreadable.

Curtis, on the other end, jumped up, moved to his desk, and fired up his computer, "I'll get it for you right now."

James gave a quiet nod of acknowledgment.

In no time, Curtis had pulled up the entire surveillance footage, "I've emailed it to you."

"Great."

James ended the call and headed upstairs.

Back in his room, he opened his laptop and started watching the full surveillance video.

Throughout the twenty-something minutes of footage, James didn’t fast-forward, patiently watching from start to finish until he saw the car leaving on a Monday, and the video cut off.

James lightly tapped the mouse, rewinding to the part where Curtis handed over a check. He focused on the person leaning lazily against the car door, their silhouette oddly familiar.

James squinted, zooming in on the video, but couldn’t make out the face beneath the helmet. Yet, that familiar feeling lingered.

It almost matched his memory of Jade from two years ago, though something seemed a bit off.

James replayed the video, sitting quietly for a moment before messaging Curtis, asking him to bring over the race track's surveillance hard drive the next day.

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The next day was the weekend.

Mirabella woke up, had breakfast, and then went into the small room on the first floor to work on her herbal remedies.

Adler had arranged to meet her for lunch.

As she reached the ground floor, her phone rang.

Mirabella checked the caller ID and quickly answered.

“Are you home?” James’s voice came through.

“Yeah, just about to head out,” Mirabella replied, moving towards the entrance. She paused, “What’s up?”

James glanced at Curtis, who was holding a laptop next to him, and said, “I’ve got a video here. Curtis can’t recover it. Could you come over when you’re free to take a look?”

Mirabella slipped on her ankle boots, checking the time. Figuring it wouldn’t take long to sort out, she didn’t hesitate, “Sure, I’ll come over now.”

With that, she ended the call, opened a drawer, and paused at the sight of the sports car keys inside. She hesitated for a moment, then closed the drawer without taking them.