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

Mirabella stood by, looking relaxed as she waited for the coach to check the

scores.

The coach got lucky and quickly found his son's results-over 530 points, higher than he had estimated, and enough to get into a top-tier university. His face lit up with a huge grin, and he eagerly shared the good news with the other students.

Just as he was about to put his phone away, he remembered Mirabella mentioning she had come straight from her final exams to start her driving lessons. He thought for a moment and then said, "Mirabella, the final exam results should be out. You should check yours."

Mirabella just smiled, "No rush."

Seeing her calm demeanor, the coach, still holding his phone, offered, "What's your exam ID? I can check it for you."

After a brief pause, Mirabella gave him a string of numbers.

"Hold on, it'll just take a sec..." the coach said as he confirmed the details.

Soon, the screen refreshed, and Mirabella's score appeared.

750 points.

The coach froze, his smile turning rigid as his fingers trembled. He quickly looked up at Mirabella, disbelief in his eyes.

A perfect score of 750 points...

The coach was completely stunned.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, asking politely, "Did you find it?"

The coach, brought back to reality by her question, stammered, "Y-Yeah, 750 points."

Mirabella seemed unsurprised. She had expected full marks in math, French, and social studies. The only place she might have lost points was in the essay.

But this year's essay topic had played to her strengths. Any other topic might not have secured her a perfect score.

"750 points, that's a perfect score, right? So, she's the top scorer in the final exams?" another student exclaimed.

Meeting the top scorer of the final exams while learning to drive felt like a stroke of luck.

The coach, still in a daze, looked at Mirabella, feeling his son's score of just over 530 points suddenly seem less impressive.

Why did other people's kids have to be so exceptional?

Meanwhile, in a car.

"Chief Steward, the young miss's score is in," Atlas said, barely containing his excitement as he looked at the phone.noveldrama

Grady glanced at Atlas, who was caught up in his excitement and hadn't

mentioned the score, prompting Grady to cough pointedly.

Realizing his oversight, Atlas handed the phone to the Chief Steward sitting in the passenger seat, while remarking, "A perfect score, our young miss is truly brilliant!"

Seeing the score on the screen, Grady, usually so reserved, allowed a small smile

to form, "Who else could the young miss be, coming from the Davis family?"

"Such high intellect must come from our side," Atlas beamed, seizing the opportunity to offer praise.

Grady's smile twitched at the blatant flattery.

"I'll send this score to the old timers, let them see for themselves the first female valedictorian of the Davis family..." Atlas said as he took back his phone from Grady, disregarding his own status.

After taking a screenshot and sending it to the group, Atlas then looked up at the time and out the car window, "Strange, the young miss should have finished her driving test by now. Why hasn't she come out?"