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

Minutes later, Mirabella strolled over to James's villa.

James, coffee in hand, was in the living room. When he spotted Mirabella stepping through the door, he looked up. She wore a dark wool coat with a matching shirt underneath, which made her skin look as smooth and pale as marble. Her legs were long and straight, and as she drew closer, a subtle, pleasant scent filled the air.

James lightly traced the edge of his coffee cup with his fingertips, his voice steady, "You're here."

Mirabella gave a soft hum of acknowledgment, giving him a brief glance before turning her attention to Curtis, who was sitting nearby. "What's the video about?"

Curtis cleared his throat and brought up the source file on his laptop, then handed it over to her. "This one."

Mirabella glanced at the file extension on the screen, then took the laptop, settled down on the couch, and rolled up her sleeves. "Let me give it a shot."

Curtis stood not too far away, eyes gleaming with curiosity about how she'd tackle the task of restoring the video.

Mirabella opened the recovery program and swiftly typed in a sequence of recovery codes. Just as she was about to overlay her prepared recovery code onto the source file, something familiar caught her eye in the sequence. Mirabella paused, her finger hovering over the Enter key.

Noticing her hesitation, Curtis couldn't help but ask, "How's it going?"

"Hold on, not done yet," Mirabella replied calmly, opening another command prompt and typing in a new set of complex codes.

Two minutes later, she shook her head. "Nope, can't do it either."

James looked up, surprised. "You can't either?"

Curtis was taken aback, glancing at the screen, surprised that even Mirabella couldn't crack it. After all, she'd once effortlessly resolved a cybersecurity issue for the national security department.

Mirabella handed the laptop back to Curtis, not blinking an eye. "Yeah, whoever did this is seriously skilled. The source file's fragments are trashed; I can't fix it."noveldrama

Curtis was a bit disoriented, contemplating that someone might be even more skilled than Mirabella. Were experts really that common now?

Mirabella glanced at Curtis, cleared her throat, and asked, "Do you know who's at the top of the hacker rankings?"

Curtis was momentarily stunned, then caught on. "You mean Y?"

"Yeah." Mirabella nodded, her expression serious. "I think it's their handiwork."

Curtis's eyes went back to the screen. If it was Y, then the fact that the surveillance couldn't be restored made sense. After all, they're ranked number one in the world.

If it was easily fixed, then what would be the point of being number one?

So, who was that woman who competed for them a few days ago, and why did Y handle the follow-up for her?

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, playing up her curiosity. "So what's the big deal with this video that it drew in such an expert?"

"Just a racing video," Curtis replied simply.

"Alright." Mirabella nodded, "Is it important?"

Curtis glanced at James, then answered, "Not really, we're just trying to find someone."

Mirabella's lashes lowered as she mused that the person they sought might be right in front of them, but they'd never know.

Rolling down her sleeves, she didn't press for more details. After checking the time, she looked up at James, "I've got an appointment, so I should head out."

"Alright." James nodded, snapping back to reality, then reached out to grasp Mirabella's arm. "Let me walk you out."