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.

encouragement, “Keep

with a napkin and glanced at the papers on the table, asking. “Still haven’t cracked it?”

Vincent didn’t respond.

knowingly, picked up the paper, and immediately spotted the error in the equations at a glance. Taking up the pen, she said, “Your approach using the Navier–Stokes equations isn’t wrong, but it unnecessarily complicates things. This step here is superfluous…”

Mirabella put down her pen and slid her corrected equations across the table to Vincent. The errors she had pinpointed echoed in Vincent’s ears, and as his eyes settled on the paper, the equations seemed to come to life,

already left her seat. He picked 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 the

was more than

Nine o’clock sharp.

the national finals from

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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