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

Chapter 265

Vincent didn’t write anymore. He gathered the papers from his desk with a sigh, finally admitting defeat with a voice tinged with resignation. “You’re really good, you know.”

He had once thought he could beat her, only to find she was playing in an entirely different league. A wry smile flickered across Vincent’s lips. No wonder she never seemed to take his challenges seriously.

That was the difference.

Mirabella cleared her throat. “You know, you’re actually quite amazing.”

Hearing her. Vincent just glanced at her and said. “You’re mistaken if you think I’m looking for comfort. I’m just stating the facts.”

Mirabella took a sip of her soup. Her voice was muffled. “Yes, I am better than you. Does that sound less like comfort to you?” She had pegged him as a typical straight–shooter from the

start.

a while before he finally spoke up. “Even though I

nodded, offering encouragement, “Keep at

a napkin and glanced at the papers on the table,

Vincent didn’t respond.

up the pen, she said, “Your approach using the Navier–Stokes equations isn’t wrong, but it unnecessarily

Vincent’s ears, and as his eyes settled on the paper, the equations seemed to come to life, suddenly clarifying

up the paper with the equations, his previous frustration from a fruitless night of study washed away. Sometimes, all it takes is one piece of

more than

Nine o’clock sharp.

who had advanced to the

Chapter 265

seated in the examination hall. All the advancing students were gathered in the same room, and this time Mirabella was seated in the front row. Her position was a testament to her top score from the day before. Her solitary figure in the front row seemed to already be ensconced on the champion’s throne, eliciting awe from