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.

I replied with the same composed

issue. This problem was created by Academician Ethan Drake. He personally confirmed that, so far, only one person has ever solved it successfully–and the process was incredibly rigorous and complex.”

“But your solution is too simple.

doubtful gaze, I simply smiled,

silence, I looked directly at him. “Professor Cain, if I’m not mistaken,

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

“There are countless countries around the world. Somewhere, a competition is always taking place. I’ll secure my spot in

starts.”

point in dragging the conversation any further.

I have an appointment this

ahead,” Francis replied, waving his hand dismissively, his expression

his

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547 Done

Mira leaning against the

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I asked, only to realize a beat

stuffed into her pockets, she turned lazily and

everything I had planned, I couldn’t rely on Benjamin to pick me up all

stopped

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