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

In the world of experimental research, hitting a 100% data match isn't exactly groundbreaking—it's the gold standard everyone's aiming for. But even the most seasoned researchers at the institute sometimes need countless tries to hit that mark.

So, when Mirabella, a newbie with zero specialized training, no prep work, and only a hazy grasp of the experiment, nailed it on her first go, it was nothing short of jaw-dropping.noveldrama

Zane stared at the computer screen, utterly speechless. He took a deep breath, shoving down a flood of questions, cast a frosty glance at Meg, and then fixed his icy gaze on his student: "So, does my student still owe anyone an apology?"

Meg's eyes were glued to the screen, her fingers clenched so hard her nails dug into her skin, yet she felt no pain. A 100% match... How could it be perfect on the first try? It defied all logic!

She was a mess inside. Faced with Zane's challenge, she had nothing to counter with the data was indisputable. But believing someone could achieve such a flawless result on their first attempt? That was a tough pill to swallow. It wasn't arrogance but the collective wisdom from countless researchers.

There was only one plausible explanation: Mirabella must have secretly studied her experiment. Meg's eyes narrowed. She recalled Zane sharing his experimental hypothesis with Mirabella in their first session. At the time, she thought it was idiotic to hand over such valuable info to a rookie.

Now, piecing it all together, it made perfect sense. No wonder Mirabella was so unruffled when asked to run the experiment. It was all a calculated move to humiliate her.

Realizing this, Meg's anger flared. Ignoring Zane, she turned to Mirabella with a sneer, "Quite the feat, doing all that secret homework to shine, huh?"

Mirabella shot her a sideways glance, amused, "Is this your way of showing what it means to be truly outclassed?"

Meg chuckled coldly, unfazed, "Studying my plan is useless. My paper's already with my professor." Translation: no way you're stealing my thunder.

Mirabella arched a brow, "What part of your experiment holds research value? Genetic mutation variations? Transposable elements' recombination mechanisms? Or maybe the basic principles and applications of gene mutation?"

"Why should I tell you my research focus?" Meg retorted with a smirk.

Mirabella shrugged, "Fair point. If you can't grasp the recombination of transposable elements, the value of decoding genetic codes would be even more baffling to you."

"Heh, what are you bragging about?" Meg scoffed, thinking Mirabella was just dropping jargon to look smart.

"Do you know why your 3D model can simulate successfully, but your big data comparison fails?" Mirabella's voice was cool and detached, her hands clasped behind her back, exuding a casual yet confident vibe.

Meg pursed her lips, staring at Mirabella.