As soon as Curtis''s words hit the air, Wyatt instinctively turned to him and quickly walked over. "What''s going on?"


    "The surveince feed from the exhibit has frozen; someone''s using a jammer," Curtis replied, his fingers flying across the keyboard.


    "A jammer, again? Just like at thest art show..." Wyatt''s voice trailed off as he nced towards Mirabe and then fell silent.


    "I don''t know if it''s the same person," Curtis muttered, narrowing his eyes and lowering his voice.


    Mirabe, upon hearing about the jammer, merely lifted her head to nce at Curtis, her expression unmoved, before turning back to James. "You should go; I''ll wait."


    James had been quite intrigued by the person causing trouble at the Shepherd family''s exhibitions, but at Mirabe''s suggestion, he simply said, "Would you mind waiting for me?"


    After a moment''s thought, Mirabe nodded. "Alright."


    James moved to Curtis''s side, his gaze fixed on the frozen screen. "Haven''t you gotten rid of the interference yet?"


    Curtis had been feeling rather down since he hadn''t managed to break his hacking record fromst year, and with Wyatt always there to poke fun at him, his frustration was at an all-time high. Hearing James''s use of "yet" just added salt to the wound, making Curtis wish he could drag the troublemaker out from behind the scenes right then and there.


    Taking a deep breath, Curtis responded, "I''m on it; it''ll be fixed soon."


    Wyatt''s phone rang at that moment, and he quickly answered it, hearing from the exhibit''s manager that there could be a risk to the visitors'' safety. He promptly instructed them to open the emergency exits while he worked on resolving the interference.


    After hanging up, Wyatt, with a furrowed brow, urged Curtis, "We need to hurry."


    Curtis, his hands moving even faster now, was clearly on edge, the tension evident in his clenched jaw.


    Mirabe, catching bits and pieces of Wyatt''s phone call, understood the gravity of the situation. High-profile exhibitions like this were often targets for criminals, and the possibility of them sneaking in armed was not far-fetched. The potential for innocent bystanders to get hurt was all too real.


    Under normal circumstances, Mirabe would have left by now, but her father was inside.


    Pressing her temples, Mirabe approached Curtis.


    Both Wyatt and Curtis were focused on the screen, and apart from James, who looked up at her approach, they were oblivious to her presence.


    Wyatt was keeping an eye on the clock, and with each passing second without a resolution, his frustration grew, his fists clenched at his sides.


    This particr exhibition at the Evergreen Gallery had been a special arrangement with the central broadcastingwork; otherwise, it would have closed ten days ago. The value of the artifacts on disy was immense, not to mention the presence of three national treasure-level appraisers. There was no room for error. And importantly, Ms. Mirabe''s father was also inside.