The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 893

Zane listened to Mr. Calvin, his brow furrowing slightly as he coolly replied, "Mentoring newbies isn’t a bad thing."

Calvin, uninterested in discussing irrelevant matters, thought for a few seconds before saying seriously, "Didn't Meg come up with three proposals? All of them failed?"

"Yeah, none of them even hit the basic 60% compatibility. There's clearly a problem with her molecular formula," Zane responded, his tone matter-of-fact.

Calvin frowned, "That can't be right. I reviewed that formula, and each step seemed fine."

"Well, the computer analysis shows otherwise," Zane said, still indifferent.

Calvin looked at Zane again, something else evident in his gaze.

Zane's lips twitched slightly. "You don’t need to look at me like that. I'm not bored enough to joke about a student’s experiment."

Calvin's expression turned momentarily awkward. He coughed and pressed the elevator button again. "Alright, I'm going to grab something from the lab. Let’s drop this."

Zane hummed softly, and as Calvin stepped into the elevator, he turned to him again. "By the way, Mr. Calvin, about the funds our department lent last time, when will they be returned?"

Calvin paused, finger hovering over the button, and looked up with impatience. "Your department doesn't have a research project. Why do you even need those funds?"

Zane's fingers clenched slightly, his voice firm. "Even without a research project, those funds belong to our department."

Calvin scoffed, "I really don’t want to argue about this. If you have complaints, go talk to Mr. Belcher."

With that, he pressed the close button.

A top-notch medic, this year's valedictorian at Prestige College, and closely linked with the influential Shepherd family—she was a force to be reckoned with.

Mirabella nodded politely. "Sorry, I was in class. Hope you weren't waiting too long."

Johnny opened the car's rear door for her while replying, "Not at all. I wasn’t busy anyway, so waiting’s no problem."

Mirabella acknowledged with a hum and got into the car.

After closing the door for her, Johnny moved to the driver's seat. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he thought for a moment before explaining, "Mr. Owen can’t be seen in public right now, so he asked me to pick you up."

Mirabella's eyebrows raised slightly. Understanding Owen’s situation, she nodded, "Got it."