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

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

off in no time, and Mirabella pulled out

desk buzzed. She paused, glanced at the screen,

after completing the second essay did she leisurely

can’t sleep without showing off your

hard

keyboard as she typed back: [Oh,

[…… Friggin‘ unbelievable!]

After half a month, he was on the verge of cracking the first

took a deep breath and hit the enter key for the final step, but instead of the anticipated success message, a glaring red exclamation mark popped up on the

Failure?

seeing things? How could he have failed?

his chin

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

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