Chapter 95


    In any typical scenario, a student being interviewed on a television program would exude modesty,


    answering the host’s queries with a tempered humility. So why was this particr student so


    audaciously blunt, her impatience almost palpable?


    This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    The surprising part was, the host doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. Indeed, beauty does seem to wield


    its own form of Justice.


    Snapping back to the moment, the host offered a sheepish grin and chuckled, “Ha–ha, I suppose


    you’re quite confident about your performance, then. Well, we’re wishing you all the best and hope you


    can advance to the next round.”


    “Thanks.” Mirabe breezed past them and headed out.


    Watching her leave, the host muttered, “I wonder which school she’s from. Such a looker – she’d have


    legions of fans if she ever decided to join showbiz.”


    As soon as Mirabe stepped outside, Delh and Shawn, who had been waiting eagerly. spotted her


    instantly.


    “Sweetheart, all done already? That was quick.” Delh remarked, her eyes darting to the entrance to


    check if other students were exiting too.


    “Yep.” came Mirabe’s sinct reply. She knew she could have finished even sooner had she not


    been trying to maintain the appearance of a studious demeanor.


    “How did it go?” Delh asked, her maternal curiosity kicking in despite her confidence in her


    daughter’s abilities.


    Mirabe arched an eyebrow yfully. “Piece of cake.”


    “When do we find out the results?” Shawn interjected.


    “Tomorrow morning at ten.”


    Shawn nodded,mitting the time to memory. “Let’s head off then. Your mom and I are taking you


    out for a feast to celebrate.” That was the n they’d hatched while waiting outside.


    Mirabe nced at her parents. “But don’t the resultse out tomorrow?”


    Delh beamed with pride. “My girl’s a genius. We don’t need the results to know she’s aced


    it.”


    Shawn shook his head with a smile. “Let’s continue this in the car, shall we?”


    Soon, the family was on their way.


    Not far off, Mandy, who had been sitting in her car the whole time, had witnessed everything


    17:251


    Chapter 95


    from Mirabe’s exit to the family’s departure. The sight of Shawn’s old, beat–up Santana only


    deepened the sneer on her lips. Just as she expected the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.


    –


    Checking her watch, Mandy’s face, meticulously made up, betrayed a flicker of impatience. She


    instructed her chauffeur, “Go see why Summer is taking so long.”


    “Right away, ma’am.”


    About ten minutester, Summer finally emerged and got into the car. Mandy’s voice, edged with


    reproach, hit her immediately, “What took you so long?”


    Summer flinched slightly, picking up on Mandy’s impatience. With a soothing voice, she replied, “The


    questions were quite challenging this time, took me a bit longer. And then there was the TV crew


    interviewing, which held me up a little.”


    At that, the sharpness in Mandy’s face softened, and a scornful smile crept onto her lips. Right,


    Mirabe only finished so quickly because she couldn’t understand those difficult questions.


    “How do you think you did?” Mandy then asked.


    “It was alright. Making it to the city finals shouldn’t be a problem,” Summer said nonchntly, though


    her confidence in her results was crystal clear.


    “Good, that’s what I expect. A daughter of the Gilbert family must outshine the rest, especially


    Mirabe!” Mandy huffed.


    Summer’s gaze lingered outside the window, her eyes cool and detached, unnoticed by Mandy. She


    loathed beingpared to Mirabe – it made her feel second–rate.


    Chapter 96