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.

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

with dense data parameters. After contemplating briefly, Mirabella tweaked the firewall settings slightly.

out two essays

on the desk buzzed. She paused, glanced at the screen, but ignored

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

showing off your

the hard work of all the hackers out there, okay?)

dancing across the keyboard as she typed back: [Oh, no can do. Even a kid’s gotta level up]

[……

keyboard. After half a month, he was on the verge of cracking the first level of security, a breakthrough

hit the enter key for the final step, but instead of the anticipated success message, a glaring red exclamation mark popped up on the screen, freezing his triumphant expression into

Failure?

rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things? How could he

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

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

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