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

Sitting across from J, Hank had been keenly observing his expressions, noticing a slight disengagement and growing increasingly anxious.

The collaboration with DO Group had already been reported up the chain of command, and a failure to come to an agreement would be a significant blow to his reputation.

Clearing his throat, Hank addressed J, "I wonder, Mr. Monks, what are your thoughts on our Artificial Life Database project?"

J, though lost in thought, had been listening to Hank's words. He tilted his head slightly and replied, "I am quite intrigued by the developer behind your database. Is it possible to have a chat with them?"

Hank wasn't surprised by Mr. Monks' request and fortunately had already

arranged for Calvin to bring the team over, "Of course, please give me a moment."

After saying this, he signaled his assistant with a glance.

The assistant quickly left the conference room.

The office arranged for Mirabella and her team was not far from the conference room, and soon, the assistant brought three people into the room.

Calvin and Zane walked in front, with Hank's assistant having sternly briefed them

on decorum, which added a layer of nervousness to their demeanor.

In contrast, Mirabella, who trailed behind, carried an air of calmness, her expression colder than usual.

"Mr. Smith," Calvin called out in a low voice, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the other two individuals in the room.

Noticing the iconic pins on their chests, he quickly averted his eyes.

Hank nodded in acknowledgment and turned to introduce them to Mr. Monks, eventually focusing on Mirabella, "This is one of the key members behind the database."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Monks looked up at Mirabella with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Disregarding her youth, it was unexpected for a core member to be a woman.

Before Mr. Monks could process his astonishment, he noticed Mirabella's cold and proud gaze, almost as if it contained a hint of disdain.

Mr. Monks was left puzzled.

Mirabella indifferently shifted her gaze away.

Hank, oblivious to the exchange of looks, reassured Calvin, "Mr. Monks would like to discuss the database with your team. There's no need for your student to be nervous."

Calvin nodded, about to speak to Mirabella when he saw her already pulling out a chair and sitting down at the conference table, her posture exuding an air of arrogance as if she were the most distinguished person present.

Calvin frowned. In front of so many people, he couldn't scold her for her lack of manners and awkwardly looked away.

Hank's expression darkened, sharing Calvin's sentiment.

Mirabella, completely unconcerned with others' opinions, casually rested her hand on the table and looked at Mr. Monks with her peach blossom eyes, nonchalantly asking, "You wanted to talk about the database?" noveldrama

Meeting Mirabella's gaze, Mr. Monks felt an inexplicable pressure despite her being a young woman in her twenties.

"Mirabella, mind your manners when speaking!" Calvin couldn't help but remind

her.

Mirabella didn't even glance at him,

instead crossing her legs and leaning back lazily, "Sorry, but as far as I'm concerned, this database is as good as dog food. There's

nothing worth discussing.

Calvin almost blacked out at her words, never imagining Mirabella would

disregard the bigger picture and speak so recklessly.