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

"Decades of research materials gone, what do you think?" James raised an eyebrow.

Mirabella smirked slightly, assuming he was talking about the destroyed analysis solution data. "If you're not sticking to proper research and are chasing fantasies, that kind of stuff isn't worth keeping anyway."

James caught the sarcasm in her voice, found it a bit strange, but continued, "So, this doesn't give you a reason to take risks with me."

Mirabella touched her nose, sensing the conversation was going nowhere, "I'll check who's been calling me."

James glanced at her but let her go.

Mirabella picked up her phone. The caller had already hung up. She scrolled through her messages and opened Messenger to text Adler.

Adler quickly replied, "Got some insider scoop for you. The medical research institute got hit last night, the batch of analysis solution was completely trashed, and all the data's missing."

Mirabella figured he was reaching out about this, so she typed back, "Gotta hand it to whoever did it, they've got guts."

Knowing Mirabella was never a fan of those concoctions, Adler wasn't surprised by her response and continued, "But the analysis solution is small potatoes. The cancer research data and other world-class disease studies that were lost-that's the real disaster."

Mirabella leaned against the table, frowning slightly at Adler's message. She had only hacked into the core lab's computer on the sub-basement level, wiping out all the research on the analysis solution. She hadn't touched the other data. And Nick... he'd be even less likely to be involved.

Someone else must have seized the chaos last night.

As Mirabella thought about it, she realized why James had mentioned the missing core data earlier; he must have been talking about this.

She replied, "Inside job."

Adler: "That's what I thought too. Only someone on the inside could swipe everything, so they're desperately hunting for the mole now."

Mirabella squinted, wondering how Nick planned his escape, since he couldn't show up at the institute for at least a few weeks. His injuries would give him away in a heartbeat.

Mirabella quickly remembered something, "By the way, when you helped me snag the analysis solution last time, you didn't leave any traces, right?"

Adler, full of confidence, sent a voice message, "Relax, it's been ages, and they won't suspect me."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, "Alright then."

After the chat ended, Mirabella stood quietly for a moment, then looked back at James, "Could you get me some medicinal herbs?"

"When do you need them?" James nodded.

"As soon as you can." Mirabella had thought about asking the pharmacists to prepare the medicine, but since it was obviously for treating injuries, she decided against it.

"Okay, send me the list," James said.

Mirabella raised her hand and made a heart shape.

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Medical Research Institute.

Dr. Ray's office.

"Here's the most complete list of lost data we've compiled so far," Wayne handed a list to Dr. Ray.

Dr. Ray, in his sixties, looked at the list of over twenty items, especially the loss of the Human Genetic Engineering Project data, and felt a pang in his heart, causing his blood pressure to spike again.