Chapter 475


    Mirabe had been scribbling on her paper for over an hour, her hand cramping slightly as she finally


    set down her pencil. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling the familiar tension headache starting


    to form. With a sigh, she gathered the pile of drafts that littered her desk, tearing them into shreds and


    tossing them into the waste bin beside her.


    After mulling over her thoughts, she shot off a message to Adler on Messenger. [Your data isn’t cutting


    it. If you force the cultivation of this viral vector, I’m afraid it might just turn into a disaster


    Once the message was sent, Mirabe put her phone aside and


    questions, she tried to focus on the task at hand.


    After finishing the exam and not seeing a reply from Adlered out a mock exam her teacher had


    assigned. Diving into the


    she washed up and went to bed.


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    didn’t bother checking her phone again. Following her nightly routine,


    On the other side of town, Adler stumbled out of theb at half–past three in the morning, his unshaven


    face shadowed with stubble and his eyes bloodshot. He peeled off hisb coat and trudged upstairs


    from the basement to the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed a can of ice–cold beer, popped


    it open, and downed it in gulps. Then, he slumped onto the living room sofa.


    few


    Leaning back, he closed his eyes for a moment, resting. But not long after, he sat up straight, grabbing


    his phone from the coffee table. Seeing a message from the big boss herself, Adler perked up instantly.


    Although he had anticipated the feedback, the bluntness of ‘isn’t cutting it‘ still felt like a punch to the


    gut. Didn’t she know how many years the institute had toiled to get the core data to this stage? And she


    just dismissed it as ‘not cutting it!‘


    Adler let out a long sigh, his head drooping as he typed ‘up to snuff?]


    a


    response. [Boss, any insights? How can we make this data seem a bit more


    Having sent the message, Adler didn’t expect a reply from Mirabe right away, considering thete


    hour. She was probably resting, after all.


    After pondering on the couch for a while, Adler suddenly stood up, walked to the


    allway, grabbed his car keys, and left the house.


    The next morning, Mirabe woke to find Adler’s message. She nced at it briefly before closing the


    chat without a reply.


    Since she was going to Knox’s birthday party that evening, she chose a long coat to wear perfectly


    concealing it.


    At lunch, Vincent came looking for Mirabe.


    “The package was delivered, right?” she asked, a yful lilt in her voice.


    r over her Parkside High School uniform,


    Vincent’s face darkened. It took him a moment before he retorted, “You really have a twisted sense of


    humor.” She had sent him one box in return for the five sets of exams he had given her.


    Clearing her throat, Mirabe said solemnly, “It’s all about helping each other out, right?”


    Vincent scoffed coldly, clearly not appreciating her kind of help. Changing the subject, he said, “You’re


    coming to my grandfather’s dinner tonight, aren’t you?”


    He knew his grandfather had called someone named James the previous evening, making a point to


    invite Mira over.


    Mirabe nodded.


    Vincent looked visibly relieved. After a moment’s hesitation, he suggested, “How about we head over


    together after school?”


    Mirabe nced at him and shook her head. “No need, I’ll be going with a friend.”


    Guessing that her ‘friend‘ was the James his grandfather had called, Vincent didn’t insist. He


    remembered his grandfather’s instructions fromst night and felt a headacheing on, Looking at


    Mirabe, he opened his mouth to speak but then thought better of it.