The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1236

Inviting her alone to the Tech Institute was like barking up the wrong tree.

Hank got the drift of Mirabella’s words almost immediately, and his brow furrowed a bit. He’d specifically called her in because, during their last interaction, he’d noticed she was the linchpin of the team. Besides, after digging a bit, he found out she was a real jack-of-all-trades.

Was she playing hard to get on purpose?

Hank threw a bunch of questions her way, but Mirabella’s responses were always the same: “I don’t know, can’t help you there. If you want answers, you’ll have to ask my professor, Zane. He’s the one in charge.”

In the end, Hank didn’t get a single answer, and it had him boiling inside. He hadn’t expected the student he’d called in to be so sly, lacking the straightforwardness he thought college students usually had.

With no useful info in hand, Hank soon had Mirabella escorted out of the lab. He didn’t stick around either, heading straight to the conference room, still wearing a scowl.

His assistant had just wrapped up signing a partnership deal with Dr. King. Noticing Hank’s sour mood, the assistant greeted him with respect but wisely avoided any probing questions.

Dr. King and Calvin both nodded a greeting his way.

“Is everything signed?” Hank asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

The assistant nodded, placing the agreement in front of Hank. Yet, Hank didn’t bother flipping through it. Instead, he glanced at Dr. King and Calvin, unable to shake off his irritation. “Your students sure are something else.”

His tone was far from complimentary, which made Dr. King and Calvin exchange puzzled looks. Mr. Calvin then took the initiative to ask, “What’s up?”

Hank gave a wry smile and leaned back in his chair, “Oh, nothing. Just impressed by their eloquence.”

Meanwhile, Mirabella had taken a quick restroom break and decided not to head back to the lounge. Instead, she wandered outside for some fresh air and made her way to a public bench by the flowerbed.

Taking a seat, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through the group chat of her lab team.

Linden and Kason often discussed lab issues in the chat, and with time on her hands, Mirabella began offering practical solutions to everyone’s problems.

She was dressed in a snow-white down jacket that day, the fur collar making her head look even more petite. Her slightly curled hair was tied up in a fluffy bun, making her quite the sight as she sat there.

Up in Dr. Ray’s office on the third floor, a young man stood by the window, his eyes glued to the striking figure in white below.