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

Was there something off about the new kid?

Annette mulled over this as she opened her mouth to say, “Sir, Ills..

Anthony raised his hand with a flicker of impatience, “I have VIP guests inday, I need to head over there

With that Anthony was gone.

Annette watched Anthony’s retreating figure before turning back to Morgan. “Morgan, was the director planning of putting the new kid in your Prodigy Class?”

There was a bit of a rivalry between Morgan and Annette, with one running the Prodigy Class and the other overseeing The Advanced Class. Although there was a clear gap in their performance, Morgan still worried about a dark horse from the experimental group outshining his Prodigy Class,

Clearing his throat, Morgan replied, “Yes, but I refused. After all, the Prodigy Class Isn’t just for anyone,

Annette detected a hint of mockery in Morgan’s victorious tone but kept her cool, smiling as she asked, “What do you mean by that, Morgan? Didn’t the new kid ace her entrance exams with perfect scores?”

Morgan merely shrugged, “I don’t know, don’t ask me. Whether she had full marks or is top notch, she’s in your class

now.”

Annette’s expression shifted as she caught on to the subtext. This ‘perfect scoring‘ new kid might not be so perfect after all. The perfect scores were likely just a smokescreen. No wonder Morgan looked

like he was enjoying someo else’s misfortune.

There was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, Annette turned and entered the office.

Seeing Mirabella, Annette paused. The new kid was the same one she had brought here after collecting some documents from the principal’s office. She had been so preoccupied at the time that she didn’t realize… the new student would end up in her class.

Mixed emotions swirled within Annette. She coughed lightly and said, “Mirabella, you’re in Class 3 now. I’m your homeroom teacher, Annette. Come with me. Let’s get to the class.” Her tone was neither bad nor particularly friendly. Unfortunately, Mirabella, who had been waiting In the office, had overheard the entire conversation outside. Anyone being forced into a class as the ‘problematic‘ new kid would feel unwelcome. Mirabella understood Annette’s lukewarm attitude and simply responded obediently, “Okay.”

Annette couldn’t help but take another look at Mirabella. The girl was pretty, humble, and docile. Humans are visual creatures. Even in a bad mood, beauty could lift the spirits. Annette was no exception.

She remembered that Mirabella hailed from a small, somewhat remote town. They say kids from the countryside mature faster and are more sensible, which explained Mirabella’s docility.

Well, for the sake of her obdience, Annette was willing to overlook even the worst grades.

Before long. Annette led Mirabella Into the classroom. The normally buzzing room fell silent at Annette’s entrance. Annette was strict and often wore a stern expression, earning her the nickname “The Iron Lady” among the students. many of whom feared her.

Pleased with the discipline of her students, Annette cleared her throat and gestured to Mirabella, announcing. “This is a new student who has transferred from another school. Let’s all make sure to help her settle in.”

She tactfully omitted the fact that Mirabella was from a small town.