The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 469

Mirabella racked her brain, but no memory of such a person surfaced. With a shake of her head, she replied, “I don’t remember him.”

Vincent’s mouth twitched slightly, his expression turning complex. “Remember the BrainSpark Nationals? The guy who was consistently in third place? I heard he had some mishap and didn’t make it to the nationals.”

“So, you’re saying Jack is the one who’s thrown down the gauntlet with me?” Mirabella’s mind quickly connected the dots.

Vincent nodded. “Exactly.” He paused, then added, “Jack’s a legend at Eagle High School, a real competition junkie. He’s been in countless contests, especially a whiz in math.”

Mirabella had indeed snagged the top prize at the last international BrainSpark Nationals, but that was a more general all-rounder contest, not a test of a singular skill. Facing Jack, dubbed the ‘Math Competition King,’ meant she might not have the upper hand.

Of course, Vincent’s concerns were based on not fully understanding Mirabella’s past achievements. Although she had aced her last math test with a perfect score, a math competition was a different beast from regular school exams in terms of difficulty.

“So, don’t underestimate him. If he’s openly challenging you, he’s come prepared. These practice tests will do you good,” Vincent concluded, reinforcing his advice.

Mirabella nodded, her eyes briefly scanning the papers strewn across the table before she asked, “You’re entering the math league, too, right?”

Caught off-guard by her question, Vincent still nodded in affirmation. “Yes.”

With a slap on the table, Mirabella declared, “Good. To show my gratitude for your kindness, Mr. Vincent, I’ve decided to send you a little something. A token to wish you luck in the competition.”

Mirabella, eyebrows arched, looked at Vincent and countered, “Would it be convenient for you to pick it up at Mr. Knox's place?” She had been to the Mendoza Estate once with James and roughly remembered the address.

Despite his suspicions, Vincent eventually divulged his current residence to Mirabella.

After Mirabella sent the address and instructions to Delilah, ensuring the delivery would arrive the same day with local courier services, she pocketed her phone. “All set. You’ll see what I’ve sent when you get home. Don’t thank me too much,” Mirabella said, her lips curling into a ‘good Samaritan’ smile.

Witnessing this, Jenna was certain Mira had struck again, dispatching another box of study aides and test papers. Shaking her head, Jenna couldn’t help but send a sympathetic ‘you poor, unsuspecting soul’ look Vincent’s way.

Feeling Jenna’s gaze, Vincent couldn’t shake off a foreboding feeling. Narrowing his eyes, he remembered his grandfather’s errand and pulled out an item from his pocket, placing it on Mirabella’s desk.