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Chapter 475

    <b>Chapter </b><b>475 </b>


    <b>Mirabe </b>had been scribbling on her <b>paper </b>for over an hour, her hand cramping slightly as she finally set down her <b>pencil</b>. She <b>pinched </b><b>the </b><b>bridge </b>of her nose, feeling the familiar tension headache starting to form. With a sigh, she gathered the pile of <b>drafts </b>that <b>littered </b><b>her </b><b>desk</b>, tearing them <b>into </b>shreds and tossing them into the waste bin <b>beside </b>her.


    <b>After </b>mulling over her thoughts, she shot off a message to Adler on Messenger. [Your data isn’t cutting it. If you force the cultivation <b>of </b>this <b>viral </b>vector, I’m afraid it might just turn into a disaster


    <b>Once </b>the message was sent, Mirabe put her phone aside and


    questions<b>, </b>she tried to focus on the task at hand.


    <b>After </b>finishing the exam and not seeing a reply from Adlered out a mock exam her teacher had assigned. Diving into <b>the </b>


    she washed up and went to bed.


    didn’t bother checking her phone again. Following her <b>nightly </b><b>routine</b><b>, </b>


    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 <b>from </b>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<b>, </b>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 ‘<b>not </b>cutting it!‘


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


    <b>a </b>


    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 <b>on </b>the couch for a while, Adler suddenly stood up, walked <b>to </b>the


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


    The next morning<b>, </b>Mirabe woke to find Adler’s message. She nced at it briefly before closing the chat without <b>a </b>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?<b>” </b>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 <b>a </b>twisted sense of humor.” She had sent him one box <b>in </b>return for the five sets of exams he had given her.


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


    Vincent scoffed coldly<b>, </b>clearly not appreciating her kind of help. Changing the subject, he said, “You’reing to my grandfather’s dinner tonight, aren’t you?”


    He knew his grandfather had called someone named James the previous evening<b>, </b>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<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    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 <b>it</b>.
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