The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 756

As Matthew's words trailed off, Meg, who had been poring over her speech notes, lifted her head. Her delicate eyebrows arched slightly as her gaze swept over to Mirabella's hands, pausing for a couple of seconds before she indifferently shifted her attention away.

Mirabella turned her head toward Matthew, noticing the concern on his face. The phrase "all you need is a mouth" suddenly seemed too embarrassing to utter.

After a moment of thought, aiming to keep a modest profile, she cleared her throat and said, "I don't need a script."

Matthew was taken aback. "No script... So, you're planning to wing it up there?"

"Yep." Mirabella's reply was languid, her voice trailing off with a hint of nonchalance.

Matthew rubbed his nose, realizing he might have underestimated her. Impromptu speaking probably wasn't a big deal for Mirabella, given her capabilities.

Coughing slightly, Matthew gave Mirabella a thumbs-up, "Impressive." After a pause, he sighed, "I couldn't do that. Just the thought of preparing a script is enough to make me feel like I'm going bald, not to mention memorizing it..."

Mirabella simply nodded slightly, offering him some encouragement: "You got this, senior."

Suddenly, Meg, who had been sitting beside them, closed her notebook, stood up, and with a light smile on her meticulously made-up face, interrupted their conversation, "I'm going to the restroom."

With that, she nodded politely, not even glancing at Mirabella, and walked away with graceful steps.

Afterwards, Matthew didn't engage much in conversation with Mirabella. He pulled out a piece of paper crammed with notes from his pocket and silently resumed his memorization.

He couldn't help feeling a bit nervous about going on stage later.

In the auditorium lobby, students hadn't fully gathered yet, with about fifteen minutes to go before the speech session started. Seeing this, Mirabella pulled up a chair and took out her phone.

The professor from the Prestige College physics department, whom she'd connected with last year, had been frequently messaging her about physics introductions. If she didn't respond, he'd send a sad emoji her way, making her feel almost guilty for ignoring him.

After Mr. Hammond's speech, it was time for the invited alumni to take the stage, with Matthew being the first.

Clutching the thick curtain, his black-framed glasses couldn't hide his nervousness. He turned to Mirabella, "I'm kinda nervous, junior."

As a STEM guy, Matthew's days were usually filled with physics experiments. Though he was outgoing, giving an inspirational speech to nearly a thousand underclassmen was a first for him.

Mirabella lifted her hand and patted Matthew on the shoulder, "You got this, senior."

Seeing Mirabella's calm demeanor, Matthew took a deep breath, straightened his back, and said, "Thanks for the encouragement, junior."

He couldn't afford to look bad in front of his junior. He wanted to leave a good impression, hoping to eventually convince her to join the physics department.