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

Chapter 886

James gave Curtis a quick, indifferent glance.

Curtis, sensing the need to clarify, quickly added, "I was just asking Ms. Mirabella to help check the firewall program."

James made a noncommittal sound and casually grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands. Just as he was about to speak, Mirabella stood up, cutting him off. "I'm heading back now," she said.

James glanced at the clock on the wall, thought for a moment, and decided not to keep her. "Alright," he said.

At that moment, his phone rang from the coffee table.

Curtis, who had already shut down his laptop, noticed Mirabella was about to leave and saw James pick up the phone. He quickly offered, "Ms. Mirabella, are you heading back to the university? I'm going that way; I can give you a lift."

He still didn't know that Mirabella lived in the same neighborhood.

"I'm not going back to the university," Mirabella replied, "but you can drop me off on the way."

"Sure thing," Curtis agreed without hesitation.

at the caller ID, narrowed his eyes slightly, waved at Mirabella, and then answered the

the car, Curtis respectfully

gave him the number of

hearing the address. No wonder James suddenly moved back to this house-it

later, Curtis dropped Mirabella off at her front door. He watched her enter the large house before getting back into the car. As he started the engine, he couldn't help but ponder over the additional defense mode

a few dozen meters slowly, something seemed

reached into the back seat for his laptop, and booted it up

Curtis

his expression a mix

defense mode

a striking resemblance to the unbeaten defense mechanism previously set by the world's top hacker, Y. It was so similar,

come to, one

inferior, Curtis took a deep breath and

days later, Mirabella returned some

him, asked in

too modest to mention she had finished it