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 what she had seen on Curtis‘ computer next

the display shifted, filling with dense data parameters. After contemplating briefly, Mirabella tweaked

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

the desk buzzed. She paused,

leisurely pick up her phone

sleep without showing

about a little respect for the hard work of all the hackers

keyboard as she typed back: [Oh, no can do. Even a kid’s gotta

sender: […… Friggin‘

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 security, a breakthrough that would bump him up in the

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

Failure?

his eyes. Was he seeing things? How

slumped over the back of his chair, yawning and resting his chin on his arms, asked lazily, “Curtis, did you crack

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

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