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

Chapter 476

Mirabella eyed Vincent with a mix of amusement and Impatience as he hemmed and hawed before her, a far cry from the unflappable, straight–shooting guy she was used to. “Spit it out, Vince,” she urged, cutting through the awkward silence.

Vincent leaned back against the corridor’s railing, drawing out another minute of silence before he got to the point. “My grandpa… he wants to take you on as an apprentice.”

A twitch tugged at the comer of Mirabella’s mouth. That stubborn old Donald hadn’t given up on the idea?

Clearing his throat, Vincent, now sounding almost sheepish, which was rare for him, added, “You don’t have to feel pressured. Just… give it some thought, okay?”

Mirabella was silent for a moment before replying, “I got it. I’ll have a chat with your grandpa and set things straight.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later tonight,” Vincent said, and with one last lingering glance at her, he was gone.

Mirabella headed back to class, barely settling into her seat when her phone buzzed from within her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw it was a message from Adler on Messenger.

did you get my message last night?

the morning, plus through the lunch break at Parkside High School, and it was only now, with

his previous message, [Boss, any insights? How can we make this data seem a bit more ‘up to snuff?], and

as a flash, Mirabella texted back. [No insights.]

could

desk, her eyes half–closed as she pondered, then straightened up and typed. [Have you guys cracked the viral vector yet?]

nearly fifteen hours straight, a heavy look in his eyes. He

out a piece of paper with a simplistic list of steps scribbled

and sent it to

zoomed in, and his a reference. No

time to reply before darting

shock to elation so

humming to life, he printed the photo and then settled into a chair with pen and paper from the drawer,