The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 985

"Yeah, thanks to James bringing in the expert, it’s all sorted now," Kyle said, not missing the chance to butter up Mirabella with a wide grin.

Curtis hadn’t really paid much attention to the firewall software, but hearing Kyle’s comment, he relaxed a bit. For a moment there, he thought even Ms. Mirabella couldn’t handle it.

But then Curtis caught on and shot Kyle a frosty look, pressing his lips together.

Calling her an expert, what a suck-up! It was him who had called Ms. Mirabella for help!

James’ phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out calmly, had a brief conversation, and then hung up. Looking over at Mirabella, he said, "I need to go meet someone. Will you wait for me here?"

Mirabella waved her hand dismissively, "Sure, go ahead."

James gave her a glance and then walked out of the control center with purpose.

Mirabella dragged a chair over and sat near Kyle, who had just closed the programming codes. He turned to her, "Hey, can you help us trace the source IP of this attack?"

Mirabella casually rested her hand on the armrest, her eyebrows arching slightly at Kyle’s request. "Sure thing!"

Kyle’s face lit up. "You’re the best! Thanks a million!"

"No worries," Mirabella nodded, spinning her chair back to face the main computer. Her long, pale fingers danced over the keyboard. "Just make sure the payment’s generous."

Kyle’s mouth fell open, momentarily at a loss for words. This wasn’t quite the image he had of the expert.

Curtis suddenly remembered what James had said downstairs about 'having deep pockets.' His expression grew complicated.

Kyle looked at Mirabella again, wanting to say something, but in the end, he kept quiet and walked out of the control center.

He stepped outside to make a call.

The rest of the team continued with their work, but now that the IP address had been located, they exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew tense.

Mirabella seemed oblivious to the change in the room, idly tapping her toes on the floor. After a few minutes, she looked up at Curtis and asked where the restroom was.

Curtis nodded slightly and quickly led her to the restroom.

Curtis didn’t leave immediately but stood waiting in the corridor outside, his expression colder than usual, his gaze filled with added wariness.