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.

black, flickering with lines of code not much different from what she had seen on Curtis‘

display shifted, filling with dense data parameters. After contemplating briefly, Mirabella tweaked the firewall settings slightly. With the changes made, she hit the

computer was off in no time, and Mirabella pulled out two essays from her

buzzed. She paused,

completing the second essay did she leisurely pick up her

showing off

hard work of all

her slender fingers dancing across the keyboard as she typed back: [Oh, no

sender: […… Friggin‘

Curtis‘ eyes were ablaze with excitement as he stared at his computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard. After half a month, he was on the verge of cracking the first level of

final step, but instead of the anticipated success message, a glaring red exclamation mark popped up on the screen, freezing his triumphant expression into one of disbelief.

Failure?

seeing things? How could he have

and resting his chin on his arms, asked lazily, “Curtis, did you

the computer, with half–lidded eyes, he caught sight of the red exclamation

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