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

Facing Zane's wild stare, Mirabella just gave a faint smile, her eyebrows arched with just the right mix of nonchalance and pride, not a single trace of worry on her face.

Zane, seeing this, rubbed his forehead and sighed. Alright, let this little

troublemaker have her way. So what if he had crossed paths with a Mr. Calvin? It wasn't like this was his first rodeo.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Meg was fuming, her anger fully ignited by Mirabella's words. She could confidently say this girl was the most aggravating person she'd ever met. The sheer pretense was off the charts!

"Since you think my skills are trash, you're saying you're better, right? Fine, then you do it. I really want to see what a 100% success rate looks like," Meg's voice was ice-cold, a far cry from her usual tone.

After speaking, she stepped aside. To prevent Mirabella from coming up with excuses, she walked over to a nearby table and grabbed the initial draft of her research hypothesis.

Meg slapped the draft down on the table beside Mirabella, "I'm generous. I don't pick on newbies."

The stack of A4 papers was filled with complex equations and the core ideas of her genetic mutation research. It was a detailed, refined version of the paper Meg was about to submit for publication.

Zane, watching all this, frowned deeply. Everyone has moments of impulsiveness, but Meg, knowing Mirabella was a freshman and not even in the same field, was clearly setting her up to fail. And demanding a 100% success rate?

Without hesitation, Zane stepped forward, "Meg, out of respect for our professor, let's drop this. She's just a freshman; her knowledge is limited. Besides, this is your paper for submission, it's better to keep it confidential."

Meg had anticipated Zane would defend Mirabella. Mirabella must have banked on this, making her so brazen.

Truly scheming.

Meg's lips twisted into a smile, "Mr. Zane, I actually think Miss Mirabella's

knowledge is quite impressive. She's this year's final exam valedictorian. A simple experiment like this should be a walk in the park for her."

Swallowing her pride? Not happening.

Turning to Mirabella, Meg continued, "Right, Mirabella?"

Zane didn't expect Meg to bring up the final exam valedictorian, his frown

deepening, "That's a different matter, you can't just..."

"Exactly, you're not wrong," Mirabella stood up slowly, cutting Zane off, "Me, the final exam valedictorian, stumped by such a basic experiment?"

Listening to her provoking tone, Zane thought: "......"

His blood pressure was about to hit the roof.noveldrama

"Well, then I'll be waiting," Meg said with a cold laugh, turning to leave. Such arrogance and ignorance.

Mirabella cracked her knuckles, not even glancing at the draft Meg had placed on the table, nor did she take any pen or paper to write equations. Instead, she went straight to the first computer capable of simulating 3D models and sat down.

Seeing this, Meg's lips curled into another cold smile.

Zane, sweating bullets, hurried to Mirabella's side. Even though this troublemaker seemed very confident, as if she really knew her stuff, he thought she must be panicking inside.