The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 890

Zane uploaded the data instructions into the software, and the computer immediately began simulating and sifting through molecular structures. After about two minutes, a dialog box popped up on the screen.

"35% match."

Meg stared at the result, her eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. "Only 35%? That can't be right."

Zane was also taken aback. He had expected a match over 60%, so 35% was a real letdown.

"Let's move on to the second plan," a teammate suggested after a moment of thought.

A 35% match meant the plan was pretty much useless. They had multiple plans for this reason.

Meg nodded and dove back into the discussion with her three teammates to work on the second plan.

Experimental simulations take time. This one took a full forty minutes before they could export the final data.

Zane, serving as a mentor, had no choice but to wait on the sidelines since no one else from the department had joined Meg's team.

"Mr. Zane, sorry for the trouble," Meg said as she transferred the data to the computer.

Zane nodded and started up the software again.

After another forty minutes of waiting, the result was ready in just two minutes—a 46% match, still far from acceptable.

Meg looked at the result, massaging her temples, and said to her teammates, "Let's try the third plan."

Research often involves countless experiments to verify a single result, consuming a lot of time and energy.

Zane, used to this routine, walked over to Mirabella and said softly, "Being a researcher means dealing with failure. Sometimes, you might go through thousands of experiments without success."

Thirty minutes later, the data for the third plan, which the team believed was their best, finally came out.

"Sorry for the wait, Mr. Zane. This one should work," Meg said politely, leaving Zane little to say. He quickly began comparing the data on the computer.

Meanwhile, Mirabella, seeing the data finally emerge, tried to muster some enthusiasm. But after glancing at the computer's data, she was at a loss for words.

So, this is what they call a prodigy nowadays?

Without waiting to see the final result, Mirabella walked over, grabbed a chair, and sat down, pulling out her phone from her pocket.

The experiment was supposed to take at most an hour, but it had taken more than double that time.

Meg lifted her head and glanced at Mirabella, her eyebrows furrowing.