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

Chapter 310

As the team coach finished speaking, the group's eyes instinctively sought

Mirabella out. Among them, she was the powerhouse, the beacon of hope most

likely to advance. Despite their collective defeat, they all yearned for her to level

up and reclaim the glory that belonged to their nation.

At this juncture, it was no longer about individual wins or losses but about

standing united in honor and disgrace.

Feeling a bit bemused under their intense gaze, Mirabella cleared her throat and

puffed out her chest assertively. “Don’t you worry, I'll win back that glory for us.”

Her voice resonated with brash confidence, starkly contrasting their prevailing

mood of dejection.

Hearing this, Vincent's heart, which had been in a vice, suddenly eased. He knew

Mirabella wouldn't be one of those who was eliminated.

The coach's dim expression seemed to flicker back to life at Mirabella’s words.

His lips quivered slightly before he asked in a low voice, “So, what score are you

predicting for yourself this time?”

The coach had his mind set on a target of around one hundred seventy. The

notion of a flawless score was too daring to entertain, especially in an

international contest — a game that played on an entirely different field than

national competitions.

Mirabella’s eyebrows arched in a display of pride, “A perfect score of course!”

“Perfect... score?” The coach stammered.

“That's right!” Mirabella’s confidence in today’s challenges was unshakable. The

freedom to approach problems creatively was a true thrill — anything less than a

perfect score wouldn't do her justice.

The coach stared at Mirabella with a complex expression, feeling as if the exam

she described was completely different from the one he had questioned the other

students about.

Vincent silently observed the teacher and fellow teammates, now equally

stunned into silence. The blow of defeat, it seemed, was no longer his to bear

alone.

Thus, when the results were announced later that afternoon, and the coach saw

Mirabella's perfect score and first-place rank, he was nearly thunderstruck,

struggling to regain his

composure.

Out of over three hundred competitors, there was only one perfect score, and it

was hers, a whole ten points ahead of the second-place contestant. This gap

signified a prowess that went far beyond a mere ten—point difference. In such

competitions, every five points marked a significant milestone. A ten—point lead

meant that Mirabella’s chances of securing first place in the finals were well over

sixty percent.

In previous years, securing even a ranking in the finals was a challenge for them,

let alone first

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The more the coach thought about it,

the more his blood pressure seemed

to skyrocket from exci@ment After a
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few dedp reaiths to calm his racing

heart, he pulled out his mobile phone

and sent Mirabella's results back

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The international competition's

scores were not immediately

accessible back home, and the

teachers following the event eagerly

awaited the outcome. ae Mron

Eenc sR 4b irabella’s

tiurhiph of achieving another

preliminary round with a perfect

score, his shock was on par with the

coach's. He still remembered when

he was chatting with Mirabella, he

had mentioned that he wasn't

seeking a medal. He said he would be

contented with merely earning a

place. Although the current scores

were only for the preliminaries, would

the final outcome be any different?

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Moreover, he was in the middle of a meeting. The other teachers, noticing Mr.

Hammond's stunned reaction to a phone call, were all curious about the news he

had received.

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Coming back to his senses, Mr.

Hammond scanned the teachers

gathered around add)

eh redlizing Is omentary lapse.

He regained his composure, his face

returning to its usual sternness as he

said in an even tone, “Oh, that was a

call from Prestige College.” The

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