The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 742

If Ms. Mirabella ranked in the top three on any leaderboard, she'd definitely know what was running on his computer.

So, Curtis collected his thoughts and said confidently, “She's not one of the top hackers.”

He paused before adding, “Even though the hacker world has its rankings, the world is huge. There are plenty of hidden experts out there who probably don’t care about being on some list.”

Wyatt nodded in agreement, “That’s true. There’s an old saying, ‘True masters prefer the shadows.’ Think about it, Ms. Mirabella isn’t part of the Pharmacists’ Guild, but her potion-brewing skills are top-notch. Maybe that’s her way of staying under the radar.”

But this kind of low-key vibe, suddenly coming to light, was quite the bombshell.

Here was Ms. Mirabella, not only a top-tier potion maker but also a tech wizard even more badass than Curtis. Wyatt let out a whistle and couldn’t help but comment, “Ms. Mirabella really knows how to play her cards close to her chest.”

Curtis nodded, “Exactly. So, if she's a tech whiz, then all that mundane info we dug up on her starts to make sense.”

Information, after all, isn’t always what it seems. It could very well have been doctored.

“Yeah,” Wyatt agreed, biting his lip and looking at James, “James, did you already know about Ms. Mirabella’s skills, and that’s why…”

James just shot him a cool, noble look before standing up from the couch and heading towards the stairs, leaving Wyatt with his dignified exit.

Wyatt touched his nose, realizing he might have been stating the obvious. If James had known, the fuss with Brother Yang earlier wouldn’t have happened.

Mirabella, with her legs propped up, lazily watched her computer and then replied, “Dad’s in a good mood today, doesn’t feel like causing trouble.”

Seeing the word 'dad', the man knew immediately who it was. He paused for a moment before typing, “So, kiddo, you cracked my jamming system?”

Mirabella shook her head in disdain and typed back, “You call that a jammer?”

The man was silent for a few seconds before he typed back, the force behind each keystroke palpable. If Mirabella were there, she’d notice his almost teeth-gritting response, “Can’t go a day without showing off, can you?”

Mirabella let out a soft chuckle, “Just a friendly reminder to have your buddy pull out now.”