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.

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

encouragement, “Keep

soup, Mirabella wiped her mouth with a napkin and glanced at the papers on the table, asking. “Still haven’t

Vincent didn’t respond.

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

Vincent’s ears, and as his eyes settled on the paper, the equations seemed to come to life, suddenly clarifying in his mind. A problem that had seemed insurmountable was now simple,

previous frustration from a fruitless night of study washed away. Sometimes,

was more than just strong.

Nine o’clock sharp.

who had advanced to the national finals from across the

Chapter 265

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