The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1204

Linden perked up as he grabbed his laptop, scanning over the highlighted sections and the new details Mirabella had just added. His eyes lit up. "Wow, this looks way more polished now. You've got some serious skills, freshman."

"It's because your project outline was so well-done," Mirabella replied modestly.

Jessie raised an eyebrow, reminded of how some folks in the lab pretended not to know much to seem humble. Dropping her pen, she casually draped an arm over Mirabella's shoulder. "You're playing the humble card like a pro, aren't you?"

Mirabella just shrugged.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Jessie teased.

Feeling a slight headache, Mirabella rubbed her temple just as her phone on the table buzzed. Glancing at it, she picked up the phone, coughed, and said, "My friend's looking for me; gotta run. Catch you later!"

With that, she stood up, waved to the trio, and made her exit.

Left behind, Jessie, Linden, and Kason exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison.

Anyone else in her shoes would probably be the talk of the department by now, instead of playing it cool like she's just starting out.

Maybe it was some kind of quirky genius humor?

The trio couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

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After leaving the study room, Mirabella noticed the call had ended. As she made her way to the staircase, she hit redial.

It was David on the line.

The person pushing the cart quickly apologized.

Paul stepped back, dusting off his worn denim jacket, "No worries."

David, still holding the phone, hadn't resumed his chat with Mirabella. Turning to Paul, he said, "Thanks, Paul. Wasn't paying attention there. Without you, this old guy might've been in a pickle."

Paul nodded slightly, a man of few words, "Anytime."

David exhaled and returned to his phone call, "Mirabella, I've got to go now. We'll catch up later."

Standing in the stairwell, Mirabella hesitated, not moving further down. Hearing Paul's voice had given her a bit of a headache.

Rubbing her forehead, just as David was about to hang up, she said, "Wait, I remembered something. Aren't you into traditional remedies? I heard about a website selling a rare elixir that's been lost to time. You might want to check it out."