The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 249

Vincent's hand paused as he held his plate, an inexplicable feeling of being challenged rising within him. He glanced over at Mirabella, but seeing her expression unchanged, he dismissed the thought.

Maybe he was just being oversensitive?

"By the way," Vincent casually mentioned, "after the prelims today, if you're free this afternoon, how about we take a stroll around Prestige College? My cousin is studying there and could give us a tour."

Mirabella was balancing two plates of breakfast. "Thanks, but I'll pass. I've got plans this afternoon," she declined.

Vincent didn't press the issue.

Students began to trickle into the dining hall, and after finishing her meal, Mirabella didn't return to her room. Instead, she went straight down to the lobby to wait.

*

The competition was set to start at nine o'clock, and the hotel was only a brisk one-hundred-and-fifty-meter walk from Prestige College—a matter of minutes.

Anthony led the students, reminding them of several essential points along the way. He especially warned them not to wander around Prestige College once they arrived. Prestige College wasn't just any university; there were areas strictly off-limits to students, enforced by the college's stringent rules.

As the top-ranked institution in the nation, Prestige College was the embodiment of thousands of students' aspirations. Merely standing outside its gates, gazing upon the inspirational motto emblazoned on the entrance, could stir a fiery passion in the heart, its century-old legacy commanding immense respect.

Mirabella found her seat at the end of the third row. As she looked around, she realized she was the only girl among a dozen or so competitors.

Shortly after, the invigilators entered with the exam papers and began distributing them. Mirabella skimmed the test, immediately checking the more complex problems at the end. The big questions were evenly split between chemistry and physics, each appearing intricate and challenging.

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, a serious glint in her eyes. The previous rounds had been child's play, but finally, the examiners had decided to pose questions that packed a punch. "This is what a real exam should feel like," she thought to herself.

Luckily for her, this thought remained unspoken. If the examiners and her fellow competitors knew what she was thinking, it would surely attract a horde of ill will.

The supervising teacher soon announced the start of the exam.