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.

with lines of code not much different from what she had seen on Curtis‘ computer next door.

with dense data parameters. After contemplating briefly, Mirabella tweaked

out two essays from her

paused,

leisurely pick

can’t sleep without showing off your tech skills, huh?)

[How about a little respect for the hard work of all the hackers out there,

slightly, her slender fingers dancing across the keyboard as she typed back: [Oh, no can do. Even a kid’s gotta

sender: […… Friggin‘ unbelievable!]

flying over the keyboard. After half a month, he was on the verge of cracking the first level of security, a breakthrough that

hit the enter key for the final step, but instead of the anticipated success message, a glaring red exclamation

Failure?

rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things?

yawning and resting his chin on his arms, asked

half–lidded eyes, he caught sight

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