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

Chapter 537

Friday rolled around faster than a tumbleweed in a Western nick, and it was D–day for the math competition results.

In the midst of a break, around 10:30, Jenna, with her phone clutched in her hands like it was the Holy Grail, nervously tapped into the Ashford Math Contest’s official site. She navigated to the results page, where it prompted her for her contestant ID.

She clenched her fist tight, took a deep breath like she was about to dive into an ice–cold lake, and then keyed in her digits.

Boom! The scores popped up on her screen like fireworks.

First session: 113 points. Second session: 52 points. Total: 165 points. City Rank: 69.

The relief that washed over Jenna could have filled the Grand Canyon, She’d blown her own expectations out of the water with whopping 113 out of 120 for the first round.

And that second round, with its devilishly tricky full score of 1807 The fact that she’d even scraped up 52 points was like striking gold, considering she’d guessed her way through the only two questions she managed to solve. Plus, making it into the top 100 city rankings? She screenshot her victory, shaking off her funk from the past few days with the grace of a phoenix rising from the ashes.

delicate profile radiating the serene beauty of a timeless sculpture. Jenna said, “Queen Mira, the contest results are up.”

lifting her eyes, the embodiment of nonchalance. A full two minutes ticked by before she

was left speechless. How long did it take for news to travel down her synapses? And wasn’t she supposed to

math wunderkind probably didn’t need to check. As Jenna pondered this,

what you get for showing off, Jenna.

quirked up at Jenna’s self–smack. “Lost your

get to land body blows on my ego.

many points?” Mirabella closed her book, covering the words ‘Psychological Theories‘ with her

attention.

of the academic elite, Jenna didn’t have the heart to boast about her

with a smirk that danced between amusement

her throat awkwardly, Jenna snatched her phone back and mumbled, “Those Round Two questions weren’t meant

a beast, and by their standards, Jenna felt like she’d really pulled a rabbit out of a hat. All those sleepless nights hitting the