The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 65

The proctor strode into the room, clutching the stack of exam papers. With a brief splel about the rules, the proctor began distributing them among the students.

Mirabella scanned her test. a frown creasing her brow. She had expected more of a challenge from this supposed crucible of intellect. With a sigh, she began to write, her pen moving at a leisurely pace.

The test was a sixty–minute sprint, but Mirabella breezed through it in thirty, then slumped onto her desk, bored. If only they allowed early exits upon completion, she’d have been out the door in a heartbeat.

Morgan, today’s vigilant proctor, had already pegged Mirabella as a peculiar case–a disappointing one at that. He spotted her snoozing mid–exam, a stark contrast to her Industrious peers, and shook his head in disdain. “Good grades or not, at least take a solid work ethic,” he thought. “Even If you slipped in through pulling strings, you gotta weigh your worth. BrainSpark Nationals is no child’s play.”

hey were

He couldn’t help but feel relieved that he had resisted taking on such students. nothing but trouble.

finish, she was the last to hand in her

room.

restroom before heading back to the classroom. As soon as she sat down. Jenna leaned in and asked. “So, how’d it go, Mirabella? I heard the others saying the prelims were

lifted hereyes lazily and lightly replied. “Tough,

“Isn’t it?” Those two who also participated were usually top twenty in

hummed noncommittally. “Then it

casual arrogance was pure Mirabella. But

further. “What score are you expecting? Think you’ll pass the prelims?”

arch of her brow, Mirabella teased, “Doubting

you’re the

with a flick of her wrist, unfazed.

head and dropped the subject. Perhaps Mirabella was a secret genius, after all.