The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 399

Wyatt flashed an awkward smile at Curtis, who hadn’t heard his previous mumble and shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

Curtis glanced at him and put his headphones back on. “Don’t bother me if it’s nothing.”

His voice dripped with annoyance.

Wyatt craned his neck to peek at Curtis‘ computer screen, which was covered with what looked like gibberish running amok, and asked, “What are you hacking into now?”

Curtis‘ noise–cancelling headphones, combined with the sounds already playing in his ears, meant he didn’t hear Wyatt’s question. With Curtis‘ dismissive attitude and incomprehensible chaos on the screen, Wyatt pursed his lips and walked back out of the den.

No sooner had he left than the number seven flashed on Curtis‘ computer screen. He sighed at the sight.

Still in seventh place.

He couldn’t help but wonder what insane levels the top two hackers on the leaderboard had concocted that seemed impenetrable. Curtis took off his headphones and closed his laptop, setting it aside on the desk.

had finished his dinner and wandered into the living room, where he caught a glimpse of Mirabella curled up lazily on the couch, engrossed in her phone. He

an oversized hoodie, which made her look rather petite. Strands of her long hair fell

up, her eyebrows arching in

eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked over, settling down not far from her. He draped his arm casually over the back of the couch, his posture relaxed as he glanced at the TV and asked nonchalantly. “Wanna watch something?”

Shifting closer to James, she said, “No need

“Sure.”

little, extending his hand toward her, his voice soft, “Then take a good

on his wrist. A few seconds later, she

been listening, asked, “What does that mean exactly?”

a bit suggestive to him.

abdomen. Noticing

you’ll find everything.” Hearing this, Wyatt shook his head. It was probably something that would wound James‘ pride; it

again, “So, how

could start by being quiet.”