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.

living room, where he caught a glimpse of Mirabella curled

rather petite. Strands of her long hair fell across

looked up, her eyebrows arching in question at the sight of James

arm casually over the

phone into her jacket pocket. Shifting closer to James, she said, “No need for TV, but

“Sure.”

up a little, extending his hand toward her,

on his wrist. A few seconds later, she withdrew her hand, “You’re

who had been listening, asked, “What does that

bit

boss‘ lower abdomen. Noticing

his head. It was probably something that would

stroking his chin, Wyatt asked again, “So, how do we fix

massaged his temples. “You could start by being quiet.”