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

James stood tall and straight, his towering figure practically shielding Mirabella from view. His expression didn't change as he cleared his throat and simply

declared, "Wealthy!"

Mirabella: "..."

Nearby, Curtis was puzzled, wondering what on earth James was talking about. It seemed completely out of the blue and unrelated.

Mirabella thought it over and realized that securing the network for the National Security Building was indeed a lucrative deal. She adjusted her coat, "Let's get going. The sooner we finish, the better."

"Agreed." James nodded, then glanced at Curtis, who was still utterly confused, and gave him a nudge with his foot.

Curtis snapped back to reality, scratched his head, and walked over to the metallic door, pressing the buzzer.

Soon after, the door opened. Curtis flashed his ID badge, and only then did the second, password-protected door unlock. He turned around, "James, Ms. Mirabella, please go ahead. I'll park the car."

With that, he headed back to the roadside, bent down, and got into the driver's seat.

As James entered, the guard at the entrance, armed with a rifle, saw him and immediately saluted in a standard military fashion before allowing them through. A closer look at the guard's demeanor revealed utmost respect.

Mirabella followed by James's side, passing sentries along the way, not to mention the infrared security systems hidden around. She smirked slightly and whispered, "Are you sure I don't need a blindfold before entering?"

James glanced at Mirabella, seeing her not the least bit nervous but rather intrigued, he raised an eyebrow, "This isn't a military base."

"As a commoner, getting to enter such a revered place is an eye-opener for me," Mirabella remarked.

But the eye-opening experience was a minor detail.

Entering the National Security Building in broad daylight, and earning a fortune in the process, was the main event.

James's lips twitched.

Before long, they passed through several security checks and entered the building. The elevator required fingerprint identification, which James provided before stepping in.

Mirabella cast an amused glance at him before following.

The surveillance operations were housed on the seventh floor, and the elevator quickly reached their destination.

Leading the way, James saw a technician pacing anxiously in the distance. Upon seeing James, the technician hurried over.

"James," the technician greeted respectfully, then glanced at Mirabella. Without the time to wonder about her identity, he looked past Mirabella anxiously as if expecting someone else.

Seeing no third person, the technician hesitated, "Uh, James, didn't Mr. Curtis say you were bringing an expert? Haven't they arrived yet?"

He then looked towards the elevator again.

James, with his usual cool composure, glanced at the technician and simply pointed at Mirabella, "This is the person."

Upon hearing this, the technician gasped, disbelief evident on his face.

It wasn't that he was sexist; it was just the idea of such a young computer expert, even more proficient than Mr. Curtis, that seemed far-fetched, no, downright eerie.noveldrama

However, his disbelief lasted only a minute before he composed himself.

A person of James's stature wasn't known for jesting. If he personally brought someone, they were bound to be competent.

The security department's network had been extensively compromised, and all colleagues had failed to repair it. If it wasn't fixed soon, chaos would ensue.

Taking a deep breath, the technician politely nodded at Mirabella and gestured, "Please, follow me."