Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 547 Done Independently

Hayley’s POV:

Francis’s expression was grave.

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He sighed softly, then looked at me and said, “Hayley, you know I’ve always had high expectations for you.”

Recalling the rumors I’d skimmed through online carlier, I immediately understood the subtext behind

his words.

Keeping a polite smile, I replied calmly, “Professor Cain if there’s something you’d like to say, please be direct.”

He seemed slightly taken aback by my straightforwardness but quickly nodded. Turning to his desk, he pulled out two pieces of draft paper from under his teaching materials and laid them flat on the table.

“These are the calculations from the math problems you solved earlier. Take a look–do they seem familiar?” he asked, his tone even.

I glanced down briefly and answered honestly, “Yes, they’re mine.”

I recall asking if anyone had guided you through these problems, and you said you completed them independently,” he continued.

correct,” I replied with

personally confirmed that, so far, only one person has ever solved it successfully–and the process

too simple. It raises serious suspicions

doubtful gaze,

looked directly at him. “Professor Cain, if I’m not mistaken, there’s an international

puzzled. “Are you planning to participate? But you don’t have any experience with such events. And to enter an international competition, you’d need to have won a gold medal in the national math contest first, which

world. Somewhere, a competition is always taking place. I’ll secure my spot in the international

starts.”

no point in dragging

an appointment this

Francis replied, waving his hand dismissively, his expression still filled with disappointment

politely, then left his office without

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door, I spotted Mira leaning against the wall,

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a beat later that she was probably

explaining. Hands stuffed into her pockets, she turned lazily and started walking ahead of

followed her, and as we walked, it struck me that with everything I had planned, I

stopped and called out,

knitting together like blades. She stood there casually, shaking her right leg with a cocky, devil–may–care–attitude. “What?”