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.

hand in her paper. Morgan didn’t even glance at her or her test. He simply sealed it in an envelope and exited the

room.

freshened up in the 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 tough this time.”

hereyes lazily and lightly

also participated were usually top twenty in the

hummed noncommittally. “Then it must be

That casual arrogance was pure Mirabella. But was it just bravado?

“What score are you expecting? Think

her brow,

you’re the talk of the school–the one who got in through

a flick

Perhaps Mirabella was