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

Chapter 1251

The technician's ears perked up in disbelief as Atlas kept bringing up Miss Mira. He was about to chime in, but Atlas, sensing his intention, raised a hand to halt him. Taking the laptop from his knee, Atlas confidently pressed the power button without a second thought.

The technician was taken aback, too stunned to intervene. After a long pause, he voiced his concern, "But Atlas, if we don't take control of the institute's surveillance cameras, what about Mr. Nick?"

Atlas's eyes narrowed as he processed the situation, replying, "Remember, Miss Mira and Mr. Nick are family. She wouldn't take this lightly."

With that statement, the technician fell silent. Atlas closed the laptop, pondering the mysterious appearance of Miss Mira's voice over the communicator. "Think about it," he said, "if Miss Mira can talk to me through the headset, what level of skill do you think she has? Could you pull off such remote control?"

Even with another ten years of practice, I doubt I'd

realizing why his countless decryption attempts failed

him a glance, "Right now, we just need to sit tight and not stir

Nick was a shadow in the corridors, dressed head-to-toe in black. His cap was pulled low, and a black mask concealed most of his face. Only those who knew him well

was the pharmaceutical research hub, heavily guarded with security doors, cameras overhead, and hidden infrared sensors, making it

door, fingers brushing his earpiece as he tried to connect to the communication signal. Months of observation had made him familiar

failure to connect meant the building's signal jammers were still active. Leaning against the security