The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1500

James was on his phone when he saw a message from Mirabella pop up on Messenger. His fingertips paused for a moment before replying with a question mark.

Seeing this, Mirabella typed back, "Judging by that, you've never had to write one, have you?"

James: "..."

Mirabella: "Ah, the troubles of a true genius."

James's lips twitched, and he decided to call Mirabella through a video call.

In a few seconds, the screen showed Mirabella lying despondently on her desk.

James chuckled upon seeing her, "Shouldn't writing essays be a piece of cake for a top student like you?"

Holding the phone in one hand and propping her head up with the other, Mirabella said languidly, "I absolutely loathe flowery language. Writing an essay feels just as dreadful as losing a life to me."

She was convinced Zane was out to get her.

James raised an eyebrow slightly, "I'm afraid I can't help you with essays since I've never had to write one myself."

He was met with another long sigh in response.

"However, if you're really struggling, I could introduce you to someone who can help organize your thoughts," James suddenly offered.

Mirabella lifted her eyelids slightly and glanced at the screen, "Who?"

James's well-defined features appeared on the screen, without any beauty filter, as handsome as ever.

His lips curled into a smile, and after a few seconds, he said in a calm manner, "Your future mother-in-law."

Future mother-in-law...

Mirabella immediately sat up straight, expressionless, "Suddenly, I think you're right. Writing an essay should be pretty simple for a top student like me. I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."

Nick chuckled, "Those have already been published, so there's no issue with confidentiality."

Mirabella was already reading one of the drafts, which was clear, concise, and full of strong arguments, obviously the work of a top student.

She couldn't help but praise Nick for his excellence.

After blowing some smoke, Mirabella hung up and continued with the essays.

She skimmed through the essays quickly, finishing several lengthy drafts in no time and roughly forming an outline in her mind. She took the mouse, ready to close the document.

However, as she was about to exit, her mouse accidentally clicked on the browsing history, unintentionally opening a document from the history.

Mirabella blinked.

She wasn't one to pry into others' privacy, but a quick glance at the document's content caught her eye, causing her to pause the motion of closing it.