Chapter 1871

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Dylan realized he was jumping the gun a bit and quickly cleared his throat to explain, "I mean, if the package hasn't boarded the plane yet, maybe we can intercept it somehow."

For a top-tier hacker, as long as there's a signal to latch onto, a lot can be done. You could cause some interference, change travel instructions, and so on. Of course, assuming you're lucky enough to not get caught-otherwise, you're looking at a cozy chat over coffee at the station.

Dylan added, almost pleadingly, "I just want a quick peek." His voice was so humble and pitiful, it was hard to say no.

Mirabella, not fully grasping Dylan's urgency, thought for a moment before saying, "Hold on, I'll check with someone."

Dylan responded eagerly, thanking her profusely. After ending the call, Mirabella turned to dial Wyatt, who was handling her luggage arrangements. Once she got the answer, she messaged Dylan, telling him to head straight to the airport.

Putting down her phone, Mirabella gazed out the car window, her thoughts wandering. She turned back to James, "Once we're done here and head back, give me that pearl pendant Catherine left behind."

The secret project at the first base and Nellie's reaction to the black pearl last night seemed tightly linked to both pendants and her. She needed to visit her family.

James glanced in the rearview mirror, his expression calm, "Sure."

Mirabella nodded, saying nothing more. Half an hour later, they arrived at the airport.

Trevor and the archaeology team had just arrived as well and were waiting in the main hall, yet to pass through security. The hall wasn't very crowded, making their group of seven or eight quite noticeable. Trevor, already informed by his son, was puzzled since his usually aloof son wouldn't typically come to see him off. But seeing Mirabella now, he got it.

Internally, Trevor mocked his son, but his face wore a warm smile as Mirabella approached. Mirabella, dressed casually, exuded an elegance that surpassed many heirs of elite families. She greeted Trevor politely, "Uncle Trevor."

"Oh, Mirabella, it's so kind of you to come and see me off," Trevor waved his hand, his tone gentle.

Beside them, James raised an eyebrow, "What, am I invisible?"

Thinking of the crypt that suddenly collapsed, Trevor's smile faded instantly, his expression changing rapidly. "Did you think you were the favorite?" For more chapters visit find(?)ovel.net

James: "..."

Trevor chose to ignore him, turning his attention back to chatting with Mirabella, James sighed internally foreseeing his future standing in the family hierarchy. He looked over at the archaeology team gathered not far away, then quickly returned his gaze, asking, "Where's Maverick?"

He was referring to Mr. Maverick, whom he occasionally interacted with due to his father's connections. "He had a meeting with local archaeologists this morning," revor said, checking his watch. "He should be arriving at the airport soon, based on our earlier call."

James nodded, his glance briefly meeting Mirabella's, their eyes exchanging unspoken understanding. From the moment Mirabella mentioned seeing off at the airport, he knew her intention.

Just then, at the entrance, two cars pulled up to the drop-off area. Mr. Maverick stepped out of the front car and walked directly into the airport hall.