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.

a glimpse of Mirabella curled up lazily on the couch,

hoodie, which made her look rather petite. Strands of her

gaze, Mirabella looked up, her eyebrows arching in question at the sight

his arm casually over the

closer to James, she said,

“Sure.”

extending his hand toward her,

placed her fingers on his wrist. A few seconds later, she withdrew her hand, “You’re just a bit stressed, nothing else.”

who had been listening, asked,

well, a bit suggestive to

glanced at his boss‘ lower abdomen. Noticing his

his head. It was probably something that would wound James‘ pride; it was best not to look it up. But Wyatt couldn’t help

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

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