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

Chapter 208
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Chapter 208

The physics teacher's gaze lingered on Morgan with an increasingly peculiar curiosity. He simply inquired. “Why

can’t Mirabella crack it, Morgan? Are you perhaps harboring a bit of a blas?”

Morgan choked on his words, blindsided by the counter-question. After a few seconds of silence, he managed to

stammer out, “You're the one deep into physics. You know the level of difficulty we're talking about here. She's

from the humanities..

Although Mr. Hammond couldn’t make heads or tails of the physics problem, he was well aware that an Olympiad

question was no walk in the park. He had heard Morgan harp on about ‘Mirabella being a humanities student’

one ttoo many, couldn’t hold back any longer, and chimed in. “Morgan, you seem to have forgotten

something. Initially, | wanted to place her in your Prodigy Class.”

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His implication was clear. She was meant to be a science student all along. Morgan's doing led to the twist of

fate, which landed her in the humanities class.

Mr. Hammond's reminder hit Morgan like a ton of bricks, almost making him stagger. He had always refused to

entertain, let alone admit, the fact that he had personally pushed Mirabella out of the Prodigy Class. Every time

Mirabella topped the charts with remarkable grades, he would deliberately turn a blind eye, stop his ears, and

shun any twinge of regret. But as Mr. Hammond brought it up, it struck him like thunder, shattering his self-

deception.

Unaware of this backstory, the physics teacher piped up upon Mr. Hammond's revelation, “So Mirabella is

originally a science student? No wonder she’s so good at physics. | was wondering. why such a promising

student was in the humanities. I've been meaning to suggest we transfer her to the science class, Mr.

Hammond.”

Noting the physics teacher's astuteness, Mr. Hammond glanced at Morgan again, smirking. “You've got quite the

eye for talent.”

Morgan's face paled even further.

“With all this distraction, | almost forgot what we were talking about. Morgan, you mentioned the competition

materials, correct?” As Mr. Hammond spoke, he made his way to his desk. pulled open a drawer, and retrieved a

book. He tossed it casually onto the desk, “Is this what you were looking for?”

Morgan's eyes fell upon the book. After a few seconds of silence, he picked it up and began to leaf through it

tentatively.

Leaning against the desk, Mr. Hammond's gaze was indifferent. “Mirabella gavethat material a few days ago.

She said someone had couriered it to her place by mistake and passed it on tosince she had no use for it. |

thought I'd make a few copies for the students to review.”

Flipping through a few more pages, Morgan found various types of questions and answers.

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including those from previous competitions-all documented within. Looking up, he began, “This...”

“Oh, that’s right,” Mr. Hammond interjected, as if recalling something after a brief pause. “Mirabella also

mentioned she found sof the solutions in there a bit too cumbersand old-fashioned. She was

concerned that smight exploit the materials, so she said her approach would be slightly different...”

He paused as if pondering for a moment, then added softly. “Since we're investigating. I'll stop by the Education

Association at noon, pull up Mirabella’s exam paper, and make a copy for all the teachers to review and

compare.”

At the close of Mr. Hammond's words, Morgan's complexion turned a ghastly shade. Dropping the materials on

the desk, he seemed to deflate as if all the life had been drained from him in

that instant.

The physics teacher glanced at Morgan, shook his head with a mixture of pity and

astonishment, then casually picked up the book, thumbing through it before clicking his tongue in

disappointment.