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

As Wyatt started the car, he glanced at Mirabella, noticing her fiddling with her phone, projecting images that seemed to float in mid-air, which made him touch the tip of his nose briefly before redirecting his gaze.

Though curious about what Mirabella was doing, he tactfully chose not to disturb her.

At the moment, Mirabella's fingers were poised over her phone screen, her eyes fixed on a stationary red dot within the holographic projection, her gaze sharpening.

Since intercepting an email sent by Dominic that led to this location, the red dot hadn't moved.

She hadn't really expected to get any credible information about 'Cian' from Presley, merely revealing her intentions to make Presley more vigilant.

As expected, while she was hacking into the entire pharmaceutical network, she intercepted Dominic's encrypted email.

Ordinary emails wouldn't have caught her attention, but an encrypted one with the recipient's details also hidden? That was unusual enough to raise suspicion.

After reading the email, she was even more convinced that its recipient was the person she was looking for.

In the midst of her thoughts, Mirabella's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, then put on her earphones and answered the call.

couldn't find anyone," said Atlas after a pause on the other end. "It looks like no one's

The email had been read shortly after it was sent, so it was impossible that the place was unoccupied.

the phone and also turned off the

unconsciously stepped on

said to the security guard

you need any assistance?" Wyatt asked after parking the car in the underground garage, pondering for a

go. Thank you," Mirabella replied while unbuckling

further. "Alright, call me if you need

opened the car door and headed straight

her

send message to

floor.

waiting by

greeted Atlas

Mirabella nodded slightly, "Atlas."

it didn't show anyone entering or leaving," Atlas said in a low voice