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

Chapter 402

estiled back onto the couch with a sigh and reolled, “Just a pen.”

who cherished collecting masterplaces from renowned artists generally hailed from cultured and scholarly families, and gifting something as sophisticated as an item from a writer’s set was the perfect touch.

Mirabella nodded, not probing further. She drained her last cup of tea and stood up room. Still got two essays to finish.”

“Alright, don’t stay up too late,” Shawn cautioned.

“Mhm.”

“I’m heading to my.

With a polite nod to the others in the living room, Mirabella quickly gathered her things and retreated to her

room.

After a refreshing shower, she sat down at her computer desk, booted up her laptop, and entered safe mode to punch in a series of commands.

lines of code not much different from what she had seen on Curtis‘ computer

After contemplating briefly, Mirabella tweaked the firewall settings slightly. With the

and Mirabella pulled out

desk buzzed. She paused, glanced at the screen, but ignored

essay did she leisurely pick up her

showing off your tech skills,

a little respect for the hard

dancing across the keyboard as she typed back: [Oh, no can do. Even

sender: […… Friggin‘ unbelievable!]

After half a month, he was on the verge of cracking the first level of security, a breakthrough that would bump

but instead of the anticipated success message, a glaring red exclamation mark popped up on the screen, freezing his triumphant expression

Failure?

he seeing

was slumped over the back of his chair, yawning and resting his chin on his arms, asked lazily, “Curtis, did you crack

eyes, he caught sight of the red

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