The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1391

The next morning rolled around.

Mirabella woke up to a message from James on Messenger, asking what she had planned for the day. She shot back a quick reply, letting him know she was headed to school, and that was that—until he called just as she was about to leave.

After hanging up, Mirabella tossed her car keys back onto the entryway table and stepped outside. There was James, leaning casually against his car door, dressed in a sleek dark coat with his hands tucked nonchalantly in his pockets. He had this natural air of sophistication about him, and somehow, his laid-back vibe fit him perfectly.

As she walked over, she gave him a once-over. "Dressed like that, are you planning to charm the young ladies at our school, James?"

James took her bag with a serious nod, "Well, aren't you a young lady?"

Mirabella clammed up, knowing full well she couldn't win against him in these little verbal jousts.

With a slight arch of his eyebrow, James opened the car door for her. As Mirabella slid into the passenger seat, she noticed the tired look on his face. "Didn't catch much sleep last night?"

James, still holding the door, shrugged, "Went to bed late."

Seeing he was genuinely worn out, she shook her head, "You're too young to be burning the candle at both ends."

James chuckled, "Spoken like a true girlfriend."

Mirabella gave him a sidelong glance, too lazy to banter, and settled into her seat. James grinned and closed the door behind her.

It was partly on her for not running the numbers right. The system seemed basic enough to her, but she'd overestimated the Science Institute's capabilities. They just couldn't keep up with what she'd designed.

It was a classic case of old tech versus new tech; the integration failure wasn’t exactly shocking.

After laying it out, Mirabella started making adjustments on the computer. The plan she cooked up the previous night involved simplifying a perfected system into something less sophisticated, which was surprisingly harder than creating something entirely new.

It took her nearly two days—right up until Sunday afternoon—to finally wrap it up. To the others, the new plan looked more convoluted and not as slick as the last one.

Zane scrolled through the updated blueprint with a skeptical look, and after a moment, he couldn't hold back, "Mirabella, are you sure this is gonna work?"