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.

much different from what she had seen on

data parameters. After contemplating briefly, Mirabella tweaked the firewall settings slightly. With the changes made, she hit

pulled out two

She paused, glanced at the screen, but ignored

the second essay did she leisurely pick up her phone and

without showing off your tech skills,

little respect for the hard work

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

[…… Friggin‘ unbelievable!]

his computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard. After half a month, he was on the verge of cracking the

anticipated success message, a glaring red exclamation mark

Failure?

Was he seeing things? How could he

and resting his chin on his arms,

with half–lidded eyes, he caught sight of the

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