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.

saying nothing, observing Mirabella quietly for a while before he finally spoke up. “Even though I admit

encouragement, “Keep at it!”

her soup, Mirabella wiped her mouth with a napkin and glanced at the papers

Vincent didn’t respond.

the error in the equations at a glance. Taking up the pen, she said, “Your approach using the Navier–Stokes equations isn’t

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

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

than just

Nine o’clock sharp.

twenty–three students who had advanced to the national

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position was a testament to her top score