The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 851

Mirabella nodded slightly, leaning back in her seat. The dim lights in the auditorium made it hard to read her expression. After a pause, she said nonchalantly, “One thing you should never fight over is money.”

Lisa, thrown off by the random comment, blinked and asked, “What?”

Mirabella gave her a sidelong glance. “Just focus on your studies.”

Lisa’s lips twitched. Was studying really the answer to everything?

Just then, the announcement came that the cultural evening marking the end of their military training week was starting.

Lisa glanced at Mirabella but decided not to ask any more questions. She turned her attention to the stage instead.

The cultural evening was the usual fare—patriotic songs, comedy sketches, and musicals filled with positive energy.

Mirabella found the show boring. She eventually took off her cap, covered her face with it, and leaned back to take a nap.

So dull.

The next day was the last day of military training, focused on marksmanship assessment and overall grading to wrap up the week.

At ten in the morning, the assessment began.

Aside from their regular instructors, the head instructor, whom they hadn’t seen since the first day, made an appearance. Dressed in camouflage, he stood tall and imposing, his face stern under the brim of his cap.

Despite the murmurs about the head instructor, everyone instinctively avoided discussing him too openly.

There was a deep-seated respect.

“This guy is really intimidating,” Lisa had said on the first day, and her opinion hadn’t changed by the last.

She scored six out of ten.

When it was Mirabella’s turn, she decided to keep a low profile and scored seven.

Lisa had expected her to hit a perfect ten, so she was shocked to see the seven. She wasn’t the only one—other newcomers were surprised too.

Mirabella put the gun down and stepped aside, indifferent to the stares.

“Did you get nervous? That’s why you only scored seven?” Lisa asked, looking at Mirabella, the question slipping out.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, going along with Lisa’s assumption with a light hum.

Her cap was tilted low, hiding her expression. Lisa, touching her earlobe, looked disappointed. “Ah, what a shame. Based on how you were doing yesterday, getting a ten would’ve been no problem.”