The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 818

The mystery about the Shepherd family's missing member was understandable, but the young Miss? That was a real head-scratcher.

No trace meant no clues on how they knew each other. And with Grady putting the kibosh on any further digging into the young Miss, the whole thing got even murkier.

Mirabella had noticed Atlas's gaze on her earlier, but she didn’t bother looking up, choosing instead to pull out her phone and fire off a text.

By the time they rolled back into the Emerald Bay villa half an hour later, Atlas made sure she was safely home before taking off.

The massive villa was eerily quiet, save for Mirabella and a clunky smart robot. She grabbed her laptop from her room, plopped onto the couch, and started tapping away on the keyboard.

She'd recently given all the smart gadgets and the security system a slick upgrade. Everything looked the same, but man, the whole setup ran like a dream now.

After wrapping up, Mirabella's eyes landed on the robotic butler by her side. She opened a chat window on her laptop and typed, "Haven't you guys finished the core data for the second-gen AI yet?"

J: "…Do you think programming AI data is like playing a video game? It's not something you can just whip up."

Mirabella smirked and typed back, "Kiddo, if I'm not mistaken, you've been at this core data thing for two years and five months, right?"

J: "…"

You could almost feel the eye-roll through the screen.

After filtering the data, Mirabella pondered for a bit, then shot another message to J: "Your first-gen AI data has too many gaps, making a lot of commands useless. Ever thought about setting up a dedicated information database to fix it?"

The guy, who’d been zoning out, perked up when he saw the new message. "An independent information database?"

Mirabella: "We're in the information age. Sure, advanced countries can buy AI core chips, but a dedicated information database is crucial for all smart tech. You should really consider it."

J: "Setting up an independent information database? That’s a bold suggestion. How'd you come up with that, bro?"

"It's the way the future's heading," Mirabella replied, closing the chat window. She leaned back, hands lazily resting behind her neck, head tilted back on the sofa, gazing at the fancy chandelier above, her thoughts drifting away.