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

Mirabella let out a soft sigh and admitted, "It's probably because the head instructor was around today."

Lisa, picking up on the hint, sneaked a glance at James, who wasn't standing too far from them. It did seem like his gaze was fixed on Mira during her shooting session.

"Man, tough luck for you," Lisa said, patting Mirabella on the shoulder. "If the head instructor was watching me, I probably wouldn't even score a six."

Mirabella just coughed softly, not saying a word.

Meanwhile, standing next to James, the instructor was staring at Mirabella's score of seven in disbelief. "That's odd. This girl shouldn't have just scored a seven." James, hands clasped behind his back, turned to him. "Why's that?"

The instructor's eyes narrowed, and he frowned. "Yesterday, this girl nailed the bullseye repeatedly right off the bat. Her shooting stance was solid, showing off some real talent. But today's performance... was just too average."

James's handsome face showed a flicker of surprise. The instructors at Prestige College were top-notch military elites, their judgment of talent was rarely wrong. If he said she had potential, it was probably true.noveldrama

"Is she the student you mentioned to Sam yesterday?" James asked, piecing things together.

The instructor nodded, looking disappointed. "Yeah, it's strange how today's performance was so underwhelming."

Could he have misjudged?

James glanced thoughtfully towards Mirabella. "Maybe she just outdid herself yesterday."

"Maybe," the instructor replied, still puzzled. He had planned to have a chat with the girl later, but now it seemed unnecessary.

Oh well, talented students weren't that common anyway.

Shaking his head in regret, the instructor redirected his attention to other students.

An hour later, the shooting assessment wrapped up, and the military training was coming to a close, ending with a group photo.

Knowing James usually wasn't into these activities, the instructor approached him. "James, the training's pretty much over. If you have other things to do, feel free to go."

James gave him a steady look and then said, "It's fine."

The instructor, though a bit puzzled, didn't dwell on it. He assumed James just wanted to see the training through to the end. "Alright, I'll go take the group photo with the students. You can wait here

Without waiting for a response, the instructor turned and walked away, not even

asking if James wanted to join the photo.

James: "..."

Watching the instructor position himself with the students, James let out a cold chuckle.

**

After the military training wrapped up, Mirabella headed straight back to her dorm to pack up her things. The school was on holiday for the next two days, and regular classes would start after that.

Lisa helped her tidy up, all the while grumbling, "Why don't you stay on campus?

It's so much better."

By the time Mirabella got back, she

had already changed out of her camouflage uniform into a loose white T-shirt and denim shorts. Her legs were long, straight, and fair,

giving her a casual and relaxed look.

Lisa took one glance at her, then looked down at her own legs, instantly understanding the meaning of feeling inferior.