The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 990

Mirabella clasped her hands together, her index finger casually twirling in the air, completely unfazed by Carter's hostility. "So, if they can't fix the network, no one can? Did I get that right?"

Carter, not in the mood for a verbal spar, replied icily, "Be smart and give up your accomplices."

The implication was clear: the only reason Mirabella could fix a problem that had stumped the country's top computer experts was because she was in cahoots with the cyber attacker.

Mirabella chuckled softly, "Sorry, 'be smart' isn't in my vocabulary. Care to teach me?"

Carter's face darkened immediately. "So, you prefer the hard way over an easy one, huh?"

He turned to his subordinate, "Bring me the whip."

The subordinate hesitated, glancing at Mirabella. Instead of moving, he leaned in and whispered to Carter, "Is this really a good idea? She's under James's protection. If we touch her, explaining it won't be easy."

Carter smirked dismissively. "She's just a woman. Do you really think the Shepherd family cares? Besides, for national security, what's the harm in a little persuasion? Can James really cover the sky with one hand?"

The subordinate, still uneasy, mulled it over and reluctantly agreed. How much trouble could one woman cause?

He left the cell but returned within a minute, holding a black whip, its end darkened from blood.

Carter took the whip, had the subordinate leave, and locked the door behind him.

The lack of cameras in the room was quite convenient for her.

Carter snickered coldly and swung the whip at her, not holding back despite her being a woman.

Just as the whip was about to strike her hand, Mirabella caught it barehanded. A few strands of hair fell across her forehead, but they didn't hide the fierce glint in her eyes.

Carter's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected her to catch the whip barehanded. He knew the force behind his swing; even a trained fighter might have struggled to catch it.

This woman... Carter narrowed his eyes, suppressing his shock, and abruptly twisted the handle, trying to yank the whip back from Mirabella's grasp.