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.

pause on the other end. "It looks like no one's

eyes. The email had been read shortly after it was sent, so

the phone and also turned

unconsciously

Whatever Wyatt said to the security guard at the entrance, they were allowed through without

asked after parking the car in the underground garage, pondering for a

it's fine. You can go. Thank you," Mirabella replied

to probe further. "Alright, call me if you

slightly, then opened the car door

her

pulled out his phone to send message to his brother James, updating him on the situation

the eleventh floor. As

waiting by the emergency

greeted Atlas

Mirabella nodded slightly, "Atlas."

just had someone check the surveillance, and it didn't show anyone