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

The tech guy led the way through the corridor, passing several security doors before finally reaching the network control center.

The control room was massive, packed with the latest surveillance gear. Besides the seven or eight techies working there, two robots were also buzzing about.

Kyle, the tech who had brought Mirabella and James in, guided Mirabella to the main control console, politely asking a colleague to give up his spot.

He gestured to the huge screen ahead and quickly explained, "As you can see, the network's getting hit with continuous breaches and virus attacks. We're struggling to keep up with the repairs using our current programs."

The other technicians, neck-deep in emergency fixes, only glanced at Mirabella briefly, too caught up in their tasks to show any surprise or ask questions.

This wasn't just some ordinary household or corporate network; it was the nation's security network. Every second of delay could lead to massive damage.

While everyone else was tight-lipped and tense, Mirabella simply watched the flickering data on the big screen, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

James looked at her, paused, and then softly said, "Don't stress yourself out too much."

He knew Mirabella was a whiz with computers, but this was a unique kind of network sabotage that had even the security department at a loss.noveldrama

Mirabella just smirked and raised her arm. "No worries, think of it as practice." She pulled over a chair and sat down.

The techies nearby, overhearing her, couldn't help but take a second look at Mirabella.

History showed that those who talked big often ended up with egg on their face, especially in critical situations like this!

James stepped aside, giving Mirabella enough space to work undisturbed. Catching the technicians' curious glances, he spoke just loud enough for everyone to hear, "If she can't fix it, there's no one else in the country who can."

His words were just loud enough to carry across the room, and almost immediately, all eyes were on Mirabella.

Now the center of attention, Mirabella's fingers were already flying over the keyboard of the main control computer. This keyboard was different from ordinary ones, but it didn't slow her down.

The main issue was a collapsed firewall. With a hint of amusement, Mirabella quickly typed a series of commands, gaining access to the firewall in seconds. Shaking her head at the sight of the heavily modified code, she spoke without looking up, "If you don't fix the firewall first and just keep hammering away at network repairs, it's no wonder you can't get it right."

As she spoke, Mirabella started typing in commands, patching up the system piece by piece.

Kyle, standing by, watched the screen in amazement as the repair codes flashed by too quickly for him to follow. With each command Mirabella entered, the fragmented firewall began to rebuild itself layer by layer.

As the firewall was restored, the technicians working on other computers felt a significant relief.

"Network A's interface is repaired."

"Port B is fixed too."

"C port is almost done."

"G..."

At this point, Kyle was at a loss for words, staring in awe at Mirabella as she completed the final steps of the repair. He opened his mouth, finally managing to voice a response to her earlier comment.