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.

group met up with the

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

they'd

redo your presentation?" Robert asked, staring

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

gave a dismissive

is the best? He thought with a smirk. Got any valedictorians? Competition champions? Anyone

it off and led everyone towards Riverside

*

a

cars behind them

walking to the

and ever

were still there, creeping along, making it hard not to

as observant as Blaze, turned his head at this

the familiar license plate on one of the cars, Patrick instinctively shrank his

mind flashed back to yesterday when he'd been picked up like a chicken and