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.

screen soon turned black, flickering with lines of code not much different from

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

pulled out two essays from her

paused, glanced at the screen, but ignored it, focusing on her writing.

the second essay did she leisurely pick up her phone and check the messages.

sleep without showing off your

respect for the hard

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

sender: […… Friggin‘

he stared at his computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard. After half a month, he

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

Failure?

Was he seeing things? How could

resting his chin on his arms, asked

his head toward the computer, with half–lidded eyes,

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