The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1249

Atlas furrowed his brows, staring at the endless stream of code running on the computer screen. It was all Greek to him, so he lifted his gaze to the car window instead. The world outside was swallowed by darkness, except for a distant building casting a faint glow.

"We've got to crack this, or we won't know if Mr. Nick's in trouble inside," Atlas said, his voice cold and steady.

The technician's fingers danced frantically over the keyboard, the immense pressure evident in the beads of sweat forming on their forehead. "I'll give it another shot," they replied.

"Yeah, I know you can do it," Atlas encouraged, his eyes shifting back to the building shrouded in night, a seriousness settling in his gaze.

As he listened to the frustrated murmurs of his team, Atlas's mind drifted to Miss Mira. Her computer skills were top-notch; he'd seen them in action once. It was a shame he couldn't loop her into tonight's mission—she could've been a real game-changer.

Atlas let out a quiet sigh, wondering how Mr. Nick was holding up. If they couldn't take down the medical research institute's surveillance, Nick might get caught, and that'd spell trouble...

Just as his thoughts grew heavier, the technician let out an excited gasp. "The block's been lifted!"

Atlas felt a wave of relief wash over him, his clenched fingers relaxing. His eyes twinkled with a hint of joy. "Keep at it," he urged.

The technician nodded, rapidly typing away to break into the institute's surveillance system. "It's weird—I don't even know how I managed to lift the block," they admitted, a trace of bewilderment in their voice.

Atlas paused, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"It just... happened, like magic," the technician said, doubt creeping into their tone.

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Meanwhile, Mirabella had lifted the interference, and the red dot reappeared on her map, creeping along slowly. She paused, examining its location—it was indeed the medical research institute.

This quick check revealed a fortress of defenses and infrared surveillance, making her frown.

It was tighter than she'd imagined, every nook and cranny a potential death trap.

Rubbing her temples, Mirabella suddenly realized why Nick had left those cautionary words before heading out and asked Marian to look after her. He’d seen this coming and planned accordingly.