<b>Chapter </b><b>469 </b>


    Mirabe racked her brain, but no memory of such a person surfaced. With a shake of her head, she replied, “I don’t remember him.”


    Vincent’s mouth twitched slightly, his expression turningplex. “Remember the BrainSpark Nationals? The guy who was consistently in third ce? I heard he had some mishap and didn’t make it to the nationals.”


    “So, you’re saying Jack is the one who’s thrown down the gauntlet with me?” Mirabe’s mind quickly connected the dots.


    Vincent nodded. “Exactly.” He paused, then added, “Jack’s a legend at Eagle High School, a realpetition junkie. He’s been in countless contests, especially a whiz in math.”


    Mirabe had indeed snagged the top prize at thest international BrainSpark Nationals, but that was a more general all–rounder contest, not a test of a singr skill. Facing Jack, dubbed the ‘Math Competition King, meant she might not have the upper hand.


    Of course, Vincent’s concerns were based on not fully understanding Mirabe’s past achievements. Although she had aced herst math test with a perfect score, a mathpetition was a different beast from regr school exams in terms of difficulty.


    “So, don’t underestimate him. If he’s openly challenging you, he’se prepared. These practice tests will do you good,” Vincent concluded, reinforcing his advice.


    Mirabe nodded, her eyes briefly scanning the papers strewn across the table before she asked, “You’re entering the math league, too, right?”


    Caught off–guard by her question, Vincent still nodded in affirmation. “Yes.”


    With a p on the table, Mirabe dered, “Good. To show my gratitude for your kindness, Mr. Vincent, I’ve decided to send you a little something. A token to wish you luck in thepetition.”–


    “Huh?” Vincent was taken aback, not quite processing her offer.


    As Mirabe whipped out her phone to text her mother, she asked Vincent, “What’s your address?”


    Vincent, increasingly puzzled, asked, “Why do you need my address?”


    Jenna, who had been furiously taking notes but also eavesdropping, twisted her head with a curious nce at her ssmate.


    Surely Mirabe wasn’t nning to send him a pile of test papers? Thest time she asked for Jenna’s address, she sent her a box full of them.


    Chewing on her pen cap, Jenna managed to hold back her words, deciding the fear of being overwhelmed by a mountain <b>of </b>study materials shouldn’t be hers to bear alone.


    Mirabe, eyebrows arched, looked at Vincent and countered, “Would it be convenient for you to pick it up at Mr. Knox’s ce?” She had been to the Mendoza Estate once with James and roughly remembered the address.


    Despite his suspicions, Vincent eventually divulged his current residence to Mirabe.


    After Mirabe sent the address and instructions to Delh, ensuring the delivery would arrive the same day with local courier services, she pocketed her phone. “All set. You’ll see what I’ve sent when you get home. Don’t thank me too much,” Mirabe said, her lips curling into a ‘good Samaritan‘ smile.


    Witnessing this, Jenna was certain Mira had struck again, dispatching another box of study aides and test papers. Shaking her head, Jenna couldn’t help but send a sympathetic ‘you poor, unsuspecting soul‘ look Vincent’s way.


    Feeling Jenna’s gaze, Vincent couldn’t shake off a foreboding feeling. Narrowing his eyes, he remembered his grandfather’s errand and pulled out an item from his pocket, cing it on Mirabe’s desk.