The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 250
Mirabella poised her pen above the exam sheet and confidently scrawled her
name at the top. With a deep breath, she dove into the questions.
The first section was a hodgepodge of arts and sciences, a veritable
smorgasbord of disciplines that tested rote memory, analytical prowess, and
depth of understanding. Even deciphering the questions posed a challenge for
those students with a less—than—stellar breadth of knowledge.
This prelims round was a marathon, not a sprint, clocking in at a hefty three
hours.
As the first hour ticked by, while most of her peers were still wrestling with
comprehension and multiple—choice questions, Mirabella was already tackling
the hefty essays at the end.
The invigilator, a seasoned professor, paced the classroom with the slow gait of a
watchful guardian, occasionally glancing over the students* progress.
The presence of a single girl in the sea of anxious faces was a spectacle that he
couldn't ignore. Mirabella’s calm, collected demeanor starkly contrasted with her
peers’ furrowed brows and nervous ticks. Drawn to her composed aura, he found
himself circling back to her
desk more often than not.
His surprise was palpable when he noticed Mirabella had already progressed to
the final questions. He checked his watch in disbelief-had she really breezed
through the initial sections in just an hour?
Impressed and slightly incredulous, the invigilator couldn't help but recall the
conversations had among the professors during the exam’s construction. They
had voiced concerns that the allotted time might be insufficient due to the
difficulty of the questions. The consensus was that even the faculty might
struggle to complete the test in under two hours.
Casually, he glanced at the name on the answer sheet beside her.
Mirabella.
As one of the competition's organizers, he was familiar with the name. Her track
record was impressive: top scores in the initial rounds, city prelims, and city
finals—dominating her peers. with perfect scores, save for one instance where the
answers to the questions had exceeded the curriculum.
Such results had made her the subject of keen interest among the competition's
faculty. If she maintained her performance through the national prelims and
finals, she stood a chance at ranking internationally.
gaze un
The thought alone sent a ripple of excitement through the invigilator, his her
shining with admiration. Yet, not wishing to disturb her concentration, he lingered
but a moment before resuming his pacing.
With another hour gone, Mirabella laid down her pen. The final questions had
posed a
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challenge, indeed. Since she needed to answer them with the knowledge within
the hight. school curriculum, the circuitous paths to their solutions had demanded
a good half hour of her time.
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An hour remained on the clock, but
she was done. She handed in her
paper, leaving the exam. room while
others gawked in dligbetef Ge? Ehty
—
spbmisbioRsé nt shockwaves
through the ranks. This was a
cutthroat competition, where only the
creme de la créme advanced to the
nationals, and her audacity heaped
pressure on those who had only just
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Stepping out of the exam hall,
Mirabella retraced her path down the
academic dy Deghaps itwas
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aybe the school's deliberate
scheduling, but she encountered not
a single soul from Prestige College
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Adjacent to the academic building
were the administrative offices apd a
lounge area where tédchlers from
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for their students to emerge from the
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The administrative door was ajar, and next to it, a large glass window offered a
clear view of the building's exit.
Anthony was deep in conversation with a colleague from another school when
something caught his eye.
“Huh, someone's turned in their exam early?” he remarked, a hint of curiosity in
his voice.