The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 775

Mirabella paused for a couple of seconds before replying with a quick, “Okay.”

Mr. Hammond had originally planned to ask Mirabella about her final exam results but reconsidered, knowing her near-obsessive level of expertise. Better save that conversation for Vincent.

After discussing a few things about Wade, Mr. Hammond hung up and went off to find Vincent.

Mirabella ended the call and opened Messenger, noticing a friend request.

Nearby, Delilah, who had overheard the mention of Mr. Hammond, turned in curiosity. “Did Mr. Hammond ask you about your exams?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to connect with a teacher from Prestige College,” Mirabella replied, her fingers swiftly accepting the request and sending a polite greeting to Wade.

“Prestige College?” Delilah repeated, momentarily taken aback. Then, pride spread across her face. Her daughter was something special, getting noticed by a Prestige College faculty member right after her finals—something even her Ivy League-educated brothers couldn't claim.

Wade exchanged a few messages with Mirabella about her finals, but since the results weren't out yet, he didn't dive into department selection. The conversation soon wrapped up.

Wade placed his phone on the coffee table, took a sip from his coffee mug, and turned to the department head sitting across from him. “I'll think about taking on a mentee.”

The department head, leaning back with a smile, asked, “Have you found someone already?”

Wade, looking surprisingly youthful for someone in his forties, shook his head. “Not exactly, I'm not in a rush.”

The Biology department was niche, attracting only a handful of students genuinely passionate about the field. Wade’s high standards meant only those with a deep love for biology would stay.

The department head nodded in agreement. “We aim to cultivate elite talents, not just entertain.”

Wade hummed in acknowledgment. “Looks like recruitment will be on you again this year.”

The department head modestly waved it off. “Just doing my job.”

Wade had distanced himself from these tasks for years, leaving the annual student assessment and selection in the capable hands of the department head.