The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1606

"I come from a small, out-of-the-way town," Mirabella said, her hands casually tucked in her coat pockets, giving off a laid-back vibe.

This was a stark contrast to Yara's upbringing, filled with etiquette lessons from an early age.

Yara didn't mind, though. In fact, she felt a twinge of envy. "A small town sounds nice. Less hustle and bustle."

Mirabella responded with a nonchalant smile.

Their conversation meandered as they made their way to meet up with Blaze and the others. They were currently touring the perimeter of the research building at Riverside University due to access restrictions. Soon enough, the professor led the group away.

As they were leaving, Summer, approaching the lab building from the opposite direction, noticed some figures departing but couldn't pinpoint Mirabella among them.

But her mind was elsewhere.

Once inside the lab building, Summer swiped her card and headed straight to the seventh floor.

Joen had been holed up in the lab since morning, still deep in his work when Summer walked in.

"What brings you here today?" Joen asked, surprised to see her.

Summer caught the curious look on Joen's face. Ever since spotting Mirabella's name on the exchange program list, she'd been mulling over how to relay the information.

That’s why she went straight to the lab.

"Professor, I need to talk to you about something." Summer pulled out the list from her pocket, marked Mirabella's name with a pen from a nearby table, and handed it over to Joen.

Joen looked at the list, puzzled. "This is... Mirabella? Who's that?"

Summer hesitated. "I don’t think I can."

They were at school, after all, with plenty of eyes watching. She couldn't just whisk someone away.

Joen walked into an office and came back with a syringe. "This will make her briefly unconscious. When she wakes up, she won't remember the last hour."

Summer took the syringe reluctantly, still uneasy. "But professor, this is at school."

"Don't worry. It's just for some tests. We'll let her go as soon as we get the data. Nothing will go wrong," Joen assured her, sounding like he had done this many times before.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot," Summer said, slipping the syringe into her pocket. Not keen to linger, she added, "Professor, I'll head back now."

Joen, now taking a call, turned his back to her and waved a hand, signaling her to leave.