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

Mirabella watched Wyatt's hurried departure with a raised eyebrow.

James served Mirabella a piece of fish, seemingly oblivious to her expression, and casually asked, "When are you heading to university?"

"I have a meeting with my professor in the morning." Mirabella took a bite of her meal, still in a good mood, "I'll also pick up the award money for the project we collaborated on with the Institute of Technology last year."

James paused momentarily at her words, expressing his surprise, "It's finished already?"

A scientific research project, from its initiation to development, requires an incredibly long time to complete - a year, two years, or even five to ten years.

"A master's touch ensures speed is of the essence." Mirabella nodded, her delicate face beaming with her usual confidence, softening the sharpness in her features with a few loose strands of hair falling across her forehead.

James glanced at her thoughtfully, guessing she was eager to get the prize money.

Mirabella coughed and continued to focus on her meal.

After dinner, which was around nearly ten o'clock, Mirabella felt wide awake. She went to the living room to grab her phone, ready to head home.

Her phone had been on silent mode. Upon activating the screen, she saw two missed calls.

The unfamiliar number, with calls made two hours ago, was from the province of T.

Mirabella merely glanced at it before putting her phone away and grabbing her down jacket, turning to James who had just finished tidying up the kitchen, "I'll be heading back now."

James looked at her, rolling down his sleeves and also grabbing his coat, "I'll drive you."

Mirabella initially wanted to decline, but seeing his gesture, she eventually did not refuse.

They walked out one after the other.

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Before long, James had returned home after dropping off Mirabella. He then proceeded to the basement study to continue his work on the weapon's structural design.

As he put on gloves, ready to dismantle and reassemble the semi-finished framework on the table, his gaze lingered on the precision parts lying next to it, pausing momentarily.

The parts on the table, previously scattered, were now somewhat organized, with several main components accompanied by a few other small interface screws.

James observed the seemingly chaotic yet orderly parts, standing still in contemplation for two minutes, his mind suddenly clearing without any particular direction.noveldrama

He picked up the tools beside him and began to assemble them slowly and methodically.

Time flew, and by four in the morning, James had finally fitted the last piece in place.

Looking at the heavy weapon, identical to the one on the blueprints, the furrow between his brows finally relaxed.

With a profound look in his eyes,

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James walked to the cabinet after a while, took out a black silk cloth, and covered the assembled weapon before leaving the basement.

The next day, Wyatt and Curtis arrived at the villa early.

James, who had only rested for a few hours the previous night, sat on the sofa, clearly exhausted. He listened to the two men while massaging his temples.

"The Department of Weapons is getting antsy. If we don't assemble the K-1 soon, there might be trouble.

I just got word that the stere

have started delegating tasks," Wyatt said, cautiously glancing at James.

Curtis nudged Wyatt with his foot, signaling him not to overdo it, as James hadn't rested well because of this for some time.

Catching the hint, Wyatt quickly changed his tone, "But there's no rush on this matter. James, you really should get some rest."