The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Every year, the conference wasn't just a battle of wits between universities; it was a stage to flaunt the students' prowess. Way more intense than those high school speeches.

Mirabella eyed the slides on the stage, letting out a soft tut.

Thank goodness she was just along for the ride and not in the hot seat.

Otherwise, she'd be going bald before her time.

The morning zipped by in no time.

Lunch was set up at Riverside University's East Dining Hall. After wrapping up the morning session, a guide led the student crew over.

And who else but Summer was their guide? Even though she almost lost it over Mirabella's earlier attitude, she stuck to her duties.

Summer led them to the dining hall and left without a second glance at Mirabella, as if they were complete strangers, just like Mirabella had claimed that morning.

Watching Summer walk away, Patrick adjusted his glasses. "They say women and petty folks are tough to get along with. Seems there's a nugget of truth there."

He'd sensed some serious attitude from her earlier, but now, she was unreadable.

Mirabella, the lady in question, raised an eyebrow at him. "Patrick, I bet you don't have a girlfriend, right?"

"Mira, let's keep it friendly and skip the personal digs, okay?" Patrick replied with a mock-serious tone.

As long as he didn't let it get to him, no one else could either.

Mirabella mimed zipping her lips.noveldrama

Patrick chuckled, shaking his head, and got up. "What's everyone craving? I'll grab us some grub."

"I'm in," Blaze chimed in.

Mirabella squinted at the whiteboard with today's specials from afar and rattled off

a bunch of dishes without missing a beat.

Patrick and Blaze were taken aback.

"You can see that from here?" Blaze asked, surprised. Unlike Patrick, he didn't need glasses, but even he

make out the menu from distance.

Mirabella leaned on her hands. "I've got eagle eyes."

Blaze felt a bit slighted but let it slide.

Soon, the pair went off to get the food.

Mirabella stayed behind with Denny, chatting about the morning's

Her phone buzzed a few tents.

pocket, but she paid it no

After lunch, she finally checked her phone.

Four messages, all from the same number.

her

The familiarity of the digits made Mirabella's grip tighten, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

It took all her willpower to push down her emotions and regain her cool.

But if you looked closely, her mood was still sour.

Mirabella closed her eyes for a

moment, slipped her phone back et

into her

pocket, and stood up. "Gotta

hit the restroom," she told her friends.

Blaze and the gang were still deep in conference talk and didn't notice her vibe. They just waved her off.

Mirabella left the dining hall, not heading toward the restroom but taking a detour down a side path.

She didn't even check the signs or ask for directions, already knowing the way to the address from the text message.