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

As the conversation unfolded, David was left momentarily stunned. "The

internet?" he repeated, puzzled.noveldrama

Paul fished out his phone, "Yeah, you know, the kind you use to get online, the one that hooks up with satellite signals."

David's confusion deepened. What did the internet have to do with satellite signals? Was he really that out of touch?

He turned to his young assistant for clarity. Catching David's questioning look, the assistant quickly snapped out of his daze and asked Paul, "Paul, are you talking about connecting to Wi-Fi?"

Previously, their communication had been entirely online. When asked for a phone number, Paul had claimed he didn't have one, which made the assistant suspect he was dodging the question.

"That's exactly it," Paul confirmed with a nod.

The assistant explained, "There's no Wi-Fi at the herbal farm, but if you need it, we can set it up for you."

The farm might be out in the sticks, but it still had some network coverage, so installing Wi-Fi wouldn't be an issue.

After a moment's pause, the assistant eyed the phone Paul held. Having a phone without a SIM card was a bit of a head-scratcher.

Without a SIM card, how had he been getting online?

"Do you really not have a mobile number?" the assistant asked, unable to quash his curiosity.

Paul shook his head. "Where I live, you can just hop online without it. Why bother with a number?"

He didn't have anyone to call, and besides, a SIM card wouldn't make much difference.

The assistant was even more baffled.

"Take Paul to get a mobile number later," David chimed in, figuring Paul must live somewhere so remote that phones weren't a regular thing.

"Sure thing," the assistant replied, shelving his myriad questions for now. In this age, not having a mobile contact was like being off the grid.

Paul considered it and didn't turn down the idea.

After chatting with David about herbs, it wasn't long before Paul and Grant left the herbal association.

Grant seized the moment to take Paul to a mobile service center, and they got a SIM card sorted in no time.

Paul wasn't sure how to insert the card, so he handed his phone to Grant. "Thanks, could you help me with this?"

"Of course." Grant took the phone, momentarily taken aback by its design-a sleek, all-metal body with smooth edges, exuding a high-tech aura without any brand logo. Despite not being a phone enthusiast, he could tell this wasn't a model you'd find just anywhere.

Wasn't Paul supposed to be just a humble herbal farmer from the countryside?

Grant hesitated, "This phone..."

"What about it? Can't it take a SIM card?" Paul asked with a furrowed brow. Having been out of touch for decades, he felt a bit out of sync with the world.

"No, it's fine..." Grant noticed the tiny slot for the SIM card on the phone's side. Paul exhaled in relief, "Oh, good."

Grant gave him a curious glance but decided not to pry. He found the power button and held it to turn off the phone. Just then, a news notification popped up, catching him off guard.

No SIM card, no network-how was it getting live news updates?

Grant's curiosity piqued, and he noticed the Wi-Fi icon on the screen.

Full signal.

Ah, right. He'd forgotten phones could latch onto nearby open Wi-Fi networks.

Satisfied, Grant didn't dwell on it further, grabbed a tool, and inserted the SIM card into the phone.

*

After dropping off Paul, Grant headed back to the herbal association and bumped into the vice president downstairs.

"Got everything sorted with that herbal farmer?" the vice president inquired.