The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 187

In Mr. Hammond's office.

"Take a seat on the couch, Mirabella," Mr. Hammond said, pouring her a glass of water before settling into the chair opposite her. "I called you here to discuss the possibility of you switching classes."

Mirabella raised an eyebrow. "Switching classes? Why would I want to do that?"

"I believe you have a real knack for the sciences. Staying in a humanities class might not do your talents justice," Mr. Hammond said earnestly.

He had planned to place her in the science class from the beginning of the term, but the whole Riverdale incident had delayed him. By the time he returned, Mirabella had already been slotted into the humanities class.

Mirabella chuckled and shook her head at the mention of changing classes. "No need. It doesn't make much difference to me whether I'm in humanities or sciences." After all, she had already self-studied all nine subjects required for the senior year.

Mr. Hammond, reading brimming confidence from Mirabella's face, touched his nose thoughtfully and ventured, "Do you not want to switch because of Morgan?"

Prodigy Class 1 was a science class, and Morgan was the teacher who had been so reluctant to accept Mirabella at the start of the year.

"Him? No," Mirabella replied indifferently, almost forgetting the man existed unless mentioned.

After a brief pause, she added with a teasing tone, "If you keep pushing for me to switch classes, you might find yourself in a duel with Miss Annette."

Specialized talent, in particular, was rare, and if it couldn't be recruited, it was often destroyed so that no one could have it exclusively. Once certain balances of power were disrupted, the consequences were more than just turmoil.

Listening to Mr. Hammond’s veiled advice, Mirabella understood his underlying message. She watched him with a stoic expression and simply said, "I appreciate your support and guidance."

It was clear that the Prestige College biology professor's interest in her was due to Mr. Hammond’s influence. A few competitions and exams hardly delved into real research territory. While she didn't need it, she acknowledged the favor Mr. Hammond had extended to her.

Mr. Hammond waved a dismissive hand. "If you really want to thank me, just bring home a title from this year's international competition."

He wasn't specifically asking for gold, silver, or bronze - just a place on the podium. Mirabella's eyes sparkled with amusement. Mr. Hammond obviously underestimated her, but she didn't boast. Instead, she humbly replied, "That will be a piece of cake."