The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 911

Meg's apology was heartfelt, the kind that could melt even the iciest of hearts.

Zane glanced at Meg. Disagreements and arguments were just par for the course in research teams. He sighed, ready to brush it off, when Mirabella's voice cut through the tension.

"Sorry, I misspoke earlier." Mirabella leaned casually against the table, letting out a soft sigh.

Everyone, including Meg, assumed Mirabella was just trying to save face.

Meg scoffed inwardly. Moments ago, Mirabella was acting all high and mighty. Now, she's apologizing? Too little, too late. Meg had no plans to forgive someone so thoughtless.

As Meg fumed silently, Mirabella's voice broke through again.

"If there were levels of trash, your proposal..." Mirabella crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips, "would be bottom-tier trash."

Bottom-tier trash??

Meg's eyes widened in disbelief. Did she just call her proposal trash? Was this girl insane?

The room, which had just started to calm down, instantly froze over again.

Meg laughed out of sheer frustration, stepping closer to Mirabella. She waved the proposal she'd just snatched back from Mirabella, pointing it right at her nose, enunciating each word, "Who gave you the nerve to say something like that?"

No one had ever pointed at her nose while talking. Mirabella tilted her head, her casual demeanor replaced by seriousness. "You call this a proposal when you can't even grasp the integration by parts method used in molecular mutation sequences?"

Meg coldly laughed, "How can a computer simulation work but the big data sequencing and code conversion fail?"

Thinking she's hot stuff just because she knows some math?

Mirabella shrugged and glanced at the computer, "Then go ahead and try."

"If I succeed, will you and your team apologize for your thoughtless behavior?" Meg wasn't swayed by Mirabella's math knowledge. She was even more convinced Mirabella was just showing off.

She was determined to prove her wrong today, to show her that this was Prestige College, not high school anymore.

Everyone here was elite. Don’t go thinking you're some kind of genius just because you've got a few tricks up your sleeve.