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

Chapter 1622

Robert couldn't help but smirk. "Is this really about swimming skills?"

He shot an exasperated glance at Mirabella. "Haven't you heard the saying 'it's the good swimmers who drown'?"

Mirabella gave Robert a complicated look. "Professor, I didn't expect this from you."

Wishing she'd drown, seriously?

"Judging by your mood to banter, you must be ready for tomorrow's conference," Robert remarked, casting a sidelong glance at Mirabella.

Mirabella instantly pressed her fingers to her temples. "Professor, I can't. I'm dizzy. You haven't been in that water-it's like the Arctic out there. I'm sure I'm catching a cold."

Robert: "..."

Nearby, Blaze and the others were cracking up at Mira's theatrics.

Ignoring Mirabella's dramatics, Robert stood up. "Tomorrow morning at eight- thirty, meet in the hotel lobby."

With that, he headed for the door. Kids these days seemed so diligent on the surface, but it was all just a facade!

**

The next day.

with

their professor, looked like they'd pulled an all-nighter, with matching dark circles under

would think they'd spent the night

asked, staring unblinkingly at the math professor's panda-like

chill run down his spine, replied, "Of course! Our student team is

a dismissive

He thought with a smirk. Got any valedictorians? Competition champions? Anyone featured on an

and led

*

like there are a

cars behind them for

were walking to

and ever

there, creeping along, making it hard not to

Blaze, turned his

license plate on one of the cars,

he'd been picked up