The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 475

Mirabella had been scribbling on her paper for over an hour, her hand cramping slightly as she finally set down her pencil. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling the familiar tension headache starting to form. With a sigh, she gathered the pile of drafts that littered her desk, tearing them into shreds and tossing them into the waste bin beside her.

After mulling over her thoughts, she shot off a message to Adler on Messenger. [Your data isn’t cutting it. If you force the cultivation of this viral vector, I’m afraid it might just turn into a disaster

Once the message was sent, Mirabella put her phone aside and

questions, she tried to focus on the task at hand.

After finishing the exam and not seeing a reply from Adlered out a mock exam her teacher had assigned. Diving into the

she washed up and went to bed.

didn’t bother checking her phone again. Following her nightly routine,

On the other side of town, Adler stumbled out of the lab at half–past three in the morning, his unshaven face shadowed with stubble and his eyes bloodshot. He peeled off his lab coat and trudged upstairs from the basement to the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed a can of ice–cold beer, popped it open, and downed it in gulps. Then, he slumped onto the living room sofa.

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resting. But not long after, he sat up straight, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. Seeing a message from the big boss herself, Adler perked up instantly. Although he had anticipated the feedback, the bluntness of ‘isn’t cutting it‘ still felt like a punch to the gut. Didn’t she know how many years the institute had toiled to get the core data to this stage? And she just dismissed it as

his head drooping as

a

[Boss, any insights? How can we make this data seem a bit more

message, Adler didn’t expect a reply from Mirabella right away, considering the late hour. She was probably resting, after

while, Adler suddenly stood up, walked

grabbed his car keys, and left the house.

to find Adler’s message. She glanced at it briefly before closing the chat without a reply.

going to Knox’s birthday party that evening, she chose a long coat

Vincent came looking

asked, a

over her Parkside High School uniform,

really have a twisted sense of humor.” She had sent

said solemnly, “It’s all