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

Chapter 1544

Mirabella's captivating almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she read Zane's message. She sensed that Zane had been acting a bit off lately. Instead of continuing to text, she decided to call him directly.

The call connected quickly.

"Is everything okay, Professor?" Mirabella asked calmly, cutting straight to the chase without beating around the bush.

Zane fumbled with his phone, finding it difficult to articulate his thoughts, but he realized it was time to stop hiding the truth. "The head of DO Group has scheduled a meeting for tomorrow."

Hearing this, and piecing it together with the message on Messenger, Mirabella seemed to have an inkling of what was happening. "Is the meeting at the Tech Institute?"

Zane hummed in confirmation.

Mirabella's eyes narrowed slightly, and a breeze lifted the wisps of hair on her cheeks, giving her an indescribably relaxed air. "Why?"

The word "student" made Zane feel as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees.

He coughed, avoiding mentioning how Calvin had blackmailed him with patents and papers, and simply said, "The head of DO Group has had previous collaborative dealings with the Tech Institute. You know, Mirabella, we had already signed a cooperation contract with the Tech Institute for the artificial life database last year, so..."

Before he could finish, Mirabella seemed to understand his implication and interrupted, "So the Tech Institute wants to take over the DO Group project, right?"

so sharp. A bitter smile tugged at his lips. "You

chuckled lightly and stepped into the

pang in his heart at her emotionless laugh, knowing that despite Mirabella's easy-going nature, she possessed a pride

things in this world, and when you're not in a position of power,

harsh reality

Tech Institute takes over the project. We'll

future. Besides, I've negotiated with them. Even if we step back,

Is there anything else you

to say,

of silence, he managed

"What time should I be there

usual, betraying no

replied with a dry

ended the Messenger call

phone, his

tell

words