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

The mystery about the Shepherd family's missing member was understandable, but the young Miss? That was a real head-scratcher.

No trace meant no clues on how they knew each other. And with Grady putting the kibosh on any further digging into the young Miss, the whole thing got even murkier.

Mirabella had noticed Atlas's gaze on her earlier, but she didn't bother looking up, choosing instead to pull out her phone and fire off a text.

By the time they rolled back into the Emerald Bay villa half an hour later, Atlas made sure she was safely home before taking off.

The massive villa was eerily quiet, save for Mirabella and a clunky smart robot. She grabbed her laptop from her room, plopped onto the couch, and started tapping away on the keyboard.

She'd recently given all the smart gadgets and the security system a slick upgrade. Everything looked the same, but man, the whole setup ran like a dream

now.

After wrapping up, Mirabella's eyes landed on the robotic butler by her side. She opened a chat window on her laptop and typed, "Haven't you guys finished the core data for the second-gen Al yet?"

J: "...Do you think programming Al data is like playing a video game? It's not something you can just whip up."

Mirabella smirked and typed back, "Kiddo, if I'm not mistaken, you've been at this core data thing for two years and five months, right?"

J: "..."

You could almost feel the eye-roll through the screen.noveldrama

J: "Fine, you think you're so smart? You do it!"

Mirabella chuckled, "Do you really think I'm that easily provoked? Nice try."

The guy on the other end, practically grinding his teeth, shot back, "Last time, you set me up, and I almost got nabbed by the Shepherd family. Don't you feel a bit guilty? Shouldn't you make it up to me somehow?"

"Oh, guilt? Never heard of it," Mirabella replied lazily.

J: "..."

Mirabella leaned back into the couch, raising an eyebrow when J didn't reply. Did he actually smash his computer in anger?

She put down her laptop, snapped her fingers, and the robot awkwardly waddled over. She opened its control panel, entered a command, and extracted the large data instructions, transferring them to her computer.

After filtering the data, Mirabella pondered for a bit, then shot another message to J: "Your first-gen Al data has too many gaps, making a lot of commands useless. Ever thought about setting up a dedicated information database to fix it?"

The guy, who'd been zoning out, perked up when he saw the new message. "An independent information database?"

Mirabella: "We're in the information age. Sure, advanced countries can buy Al core chips, but a dedicated information database is crucial for all smart tech. You should really consider it."

J: "Setting up an independent information database? That's a bold suggestion. How'd you come up with that, bro?"

"It's the way the future's heading," Mirabella replied, closing the chat window. She leaned back, hands lazily resting behind her neck, head tilted back on the sofa, gazing at the fancy chandelier above, her thoughts drifting away.