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

Mirabella lounged in her chair, utterly unfazed by Calvin's words, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.

Seeing Mirabella's nonchalant demeanor nearly brought a laugh out of Calvin.

He had forgotten that she was a student impervious to advice, not recognizing good intentions, and not worth the effort of a gentle reminder.

Calvin coolly withdrew his gaze, choosing not to look at Mirabella any longer.

The break room fell into a heavy silence. Zane cast a glance at Mirabella and then at Calvin, choosing not to speak.

Previously, he might have played peacemaker, fearing that Mr. Calvin would hold a grudge and make things difficult for students in the future. But now... any bridges that could be burned had already been torched, so it didn't matter.

However, Zane still harbored some concerns about the upcoming meeting with the DO Group executive. He could handle it, but he wasn't so sure about Mirabella.

After all, future prospects always outweigh everything else.

Contrastingly, Mirabella simply took out her phone to check.

**

Hank personally waited in the parking lot to greet the executive from DO Group.

Right at ten o'clock, a sleek black sedan pulled into the tech institute.

As soon as the car stopped, Hank approached. A tall foreigner in a dark suit, adorned with a DO Group emblem pin on his chest, stepped out from the driver's side.

The man then walked around to the rear passenger side, opening the door with respectful deference, waiting for his superior to emerge.

Hank's expression grew more solemn at the sight. He recognized the foreigner, having dealt with him in several business transactions before, a high-ranking official within DO Group.

The respectful demeanor of the foreigner hinted at the importance of the person still in the car.

No wonder their dinner invitation was refused the day before.

As Hank pondered, the man inside the car finally stepped out.

He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, strikingly handsome, wearing an unbuttoned black suit jacket over a brightly patterned dress shirt, and a silver bracelet shimmering on his wrist.

The man exuded more the vibe of a fashion week model than an IT worker.

Hank contained his surprise, not at

the man's appearance, but at his young age. He stepped forward calmly, extending a hand, "Hello, I'm Hank, the project lead for this venture. Welcome to our institute.”

The young man nodded slightly, his slender fingers briefly touching Hank's hand before withdrawing.

Hank, undisturbed by the brief contact, gestured politely, "Shall we go inside to talk?"

The young man hummed in agreement, walking alongside Hank.

Soon, they arrived at the lounge, where Hank asked an assistant to prepare some coffee. He then smiled and asked, "May I know how to address you, sir?"

A subordinate of J glanced at him, answering in fluent English, "Mr. Monks."

Hank nodded, the surname Monks was quite uncommon.

J's assistant had already taken a laptop out of his bag, wasting no time in projecting the simulated system content onto the screen in front, beginning to discuss the

project details with Hank.

Meanwhile, J sat quietly at the conference table, his fingertips idly tapping on the

surface, his mind preoccupied with one question.

Where had he crossed that guy?

He had been pondering since last night, even instructing his subordinates to

review recent events, but nothing unusual had surfaced.

This cold shoulder was utterly baffling to him.noveldrama