The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 906

Was that Mirabella's silhouette?

Had she just come out of the lab?

A flicker of confusion crossed Meg's eyes. The third floor was home to the Biology and Technology departments' labs. What was a freshman from Information Science doing here?

As she pondered, the figure had already vanished at the end of the corridor.

She hadn't even registered what Taylor on the other end of the phone had said.

Snapping back to reality, Meg coughed and, while heading towards the end of the hallway, asked again, "Sorry, what did you just say? The signal might be bad here in the lab, I didn't catch that."

Taylor, patient as ever, repeated, "I've got something on tonight, can't make it for dinner, sorry."

Meg had reached the lab Mirabella had left. Hearing Taylor’s words, although disappointed, she didn’t insist. "No worries, we can plan for another day."

"Sure, I'll treat you next time," Taylor said.

Meg nodded, responding, "Alright, you go ahead with your work. I won’t keep you."

After hanging up, Meg put her phone back into her pocket and looked up at Lab 5, still puzzled about what a freshman was doing here.

Shrugging off her curiosity, Meg turned and walked back to Lab 1.

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Mirabella descended the stairs and went to the duty office to inform the duty teacher she was done.

The duty teacher was visibly surprised. "You're finished already?"

Typically, students conducting experiments outside class hours took at least an hour, if not several hours or even half a day.

After sending the message, he clutched his phone, not even bothering to change out of his work clothes, afraid of missing any follow-up messages.

By now, it was already past four in the afternoon. Mirabella had long since returned home. Upon receiving his message, she asked if he was available and, getting an affirmative reply, straightforwardly arranged to meet Adler near her place.

Dinner was off the table.

When Adler received the address from Mirabella, despite it being a bit far from the research institute, it didn’t matter. For a chance to meet the big shot, distance was no object.

A colleague, who like him had barely rested over the past three days in the lab, saw Adler suddenly energized as if injected with adrenaline and was somewhat startled. "Hey Adler, what's up? Got some good news?"

As Adler stood up from his chair and started taking off his work clothes, he boasted with a lifted chin, "Of course, someone asked me out for dinner."

His still-single colleague: "..."

Damn it!