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

Chapter 1493

Mirabella watched Wyatt's hurried departure with a raised eyebrow.

James served Mirabella a piece of fish, seemingly oblivious to her expression, and casually asked, "When are you heading to university?"

"I have a meeting with my professor in the morning." Mirabella took a bite of her meal, still in a good mood, "I'll also pick up the award money for the project we collaborated on with the Institute of Technology last year."

James paused momentarily at her words, expressing his surprise, "It's finished already?"

A scientific research project, from its initiation to development, requires an incredibly long time to complete - a year, two years, or even five to ten years.

"A master's touch ensures speed is of the essence." Mirabella nodded, her delicate face beaming with her usual confidence, softening the sharpness in her features with a few loose strands of hair falling across her forehead.

James glanced at her thoughtfully, guessing she was eager to get the prize money.

Mirabella coughed and continued to focus on her meal.

After dinner, which was around nearly ten o'clock, Mirabella felt wide awake. She went to the living room to grab her phone, ready to head home.

on silent mode. Upon

hours

putting her phone away and grabbing her down jacket, turning to

rolling down his sleeves and also grabbing his coat, "I'll drive

to decline, but seeing his gesture,

out one after

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Mirabella. He then proceeded to

gloves, ready to dismantle and reassemble the semi-finished framework on the table, his gaze lingered on the precision parts lying next to it, pausing

somewhat organized, with several main components accompanied by a few other

the seemingly chaotic yet orderly parts, standing still in contemplation for two minutes, his

him and

morning, James had finally

the heavy weapon, identical to the one on the blueprints, the furrow

look

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