The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1600

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"Keir, you're here already?!"

The subordinate, who had just taken the elevator down to the lobby a couple of minutes ago, almost thought he was seeing things when he spotted the boss at the elevator entrance.

Jim gave him a sharp look. "Back to the Davis estate."

The subordinate's face turned serious. "Is something wrong?"

Jim nodded, eyes as cold as ice. "Nobody needs to know I was here today."

The subordinate was caught off guard. As he rushed to catch up with Jim, he whispered, "W-why?"

Jim didn't bother explaining. As they passed through the hotel's revolving doors, he added coldly, "Especially Grady."

Hearing this, the subordinate's mind immediately conjured up images of Miss Mira being startled by Keir's abrupt appearance. Could that be why Keir left so quickly?

He glanced at Jim's hands—sure enough, the gift hadn't been delivered!

Scratching his nose, he suddenly remembered the group chat and fumbled for his phone. Oh no, he had just mentioned Keir's visit to Miss Mira in there!

He wondered if he could still retract the message. But it was too late—it had been over two minutes.

To make matters worse, it wasn’t just about the message. Why on earth did Grady, who never said a peep in the chat, choose this moment to pop up?

"Hey, Mr. Wu, is that student in your team here just to pad her resume? Did Dr. Elliot arrange this?" The math professor was known for his bluntness.

During their earlier academic discussions, it was clear to him that she seemed distracted and out of her depth. Unable to hold back, he voiced his suspicion.

Robert wasn't thrilled. "Mirabella from our department needs no resume fluffing. She was top of the class in last year's finals, and excelled in competitions..."

But halfway through, Robert stopped himself. With someone so narrow-minded, explaining further would just seem like making excuses.

"Anyway, Mr. Johnson, please be careful with your words. Avoid making baseless assumptions—it’s not good for the reputations of students or professors," Robert said, his tone firm.

The math professor's face turned a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Without another word, he gathered his students and left. Playing the bureaucratic card—doesn’t he realize how poorly his student performed? Is he really that clueless?