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

James listened to the question on the other end of the line, casually lifting his head to glance at Mirabella as he walked forward. He replied in an easygoing tone, "Yeah, girlfriend."

Trailing behind, Mirabella stumbled in surprise.

Noticing this, James chuckled, grabbed her shoes from the shoe rack, and set them on the floor.

Sam, on the other end of the phone, sounded skeptical. "Bull, didn't you just say not too long ago that there was nothing between you two? Are you trying to fool your uncle who doesn't know what's going on?"

James opened the door and leaned lazily against the frame, waiting for Mirabella to come out. His gaze wandered to the garden cloaked in the night sky. He nodded and added, "It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Mirabella: "."

Sometimes having sharp ears isn't all that great.

Sam's mouth twitched, feeling the conversation was going nowhere. "Alright then, keep it up, and don't forget to drop by my camp in the next few days."

James's gaze sharpened slightly, and he murmured in agreement before hanging up.noveldrama

After a brief pause, he turned his head to look at Mirabella behind him. She seemed calm, but her eyes were a bit unfocused. James raised an eyebrow, stood up straight, took the backpack from her hands, and said, "Let's go, I'll walk you home."

He led the way.

Mirabella hesitated for a moment, then followed.

As they strolled through the neighborhood, the streetlights cast long shadows of them walking together. Despite the silence, there was a comfortable ease between them.

**

Meanwhile,

After witnessing their lovey-dovey display, Adler decided it was time to get serious. He printed out a series of calculation drafts that Mirabella had sent him. They had been working on these in his personal lab, focusing on radioactive materials. After reviewing the data several times, he still felt something was missing.

The presence of such a high concentration of radioactive material in the blood was perplexing. After mulling it over, Adler decided to head to the research institute.

By this time, except for a few departments, most of the institute had closed for the day.

Adler used his access cards to get through several security doors, finally taking the elevator to the tenth floor.

The institute's archives were on the tenth floor, along with a room specifically for storing discarded documents.

Although Adler was a mid-level researcher with limited access, he could enter the regular archives but not the more specialized ones. However, he did have access to the room for discarded documents.

Despite the institute's ban on researching radioactive materials, he hoped to find some useful documents.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, Adler was met with a thick layer of dust. He quickly pulled a mask from his pocket and put it on.

The disposal room hadn't been cleaned in years, with various items piled up inside. After scanning the room, his eyes settled on a metal shelf by the window. He paused, then walked over.

The shelf was cluttered with numerous documents. It took Adler over an hour to finally find a piece of research on radioactive sources.

The document was yellowed and aged, but fortunately, its content was mostly intact.

Ignoring the rest, Adler began to flip through it page by page. Unfortunately, the document was incomplete, missing the most critical steps of analysis and assay.

It was clear that even as a discarded document, it wasn't meant to be fully referenced.