The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Anthony was at his wit’s end. To think that he had to shoehom this haughty new student into Morgan’s Prodigy Class Was he out of his mind?

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Faced with this dilemma, Morgan didn’t care about sparing Anthony’s feelings. He fan–out refused on the spot. “Look why don’t you place Mirabella in another class? The Prodigy Class is at full capacity, we can’t squeeze in another without affecting the current students.” Morgan said with a tone of finality.

Anthony glanced at Mirabella, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. This transfer student was someone the principal had personally persuaded to come over.

Clearing his throat, Anthony asked Mirabella, “Could you please wait here for a moment?” He then shot Morgan a meaningful look and stepped outside the office.

Morgan, frowning, followed him out.

“Morgan, you-”

Before Anthony could finish his plea, Morgan cut him off. “Sir, I get what you’re trying to say. The Prodigy Class is tull of top–tier students, the pride and joy of our school. We don’t need someone else dragging us down.”

Anthony paused, taken aback. “No, Morgan, you don’t understand-”

“Enough. Don’t bother. I won’t accept the transfer student.”

Anthony’s patience was wearing thin. “For the last time, are you sure you won’t take her?”

“No way!”

Anthony chuckled out of frustration. “Well, don’t come crying to me later!”

Morgan’s brow twitched at the remark, but he scoffed in return, “I won’t!”

“Fine then.” Anthony took a deep breath, resigning himself to the situation.

At that moment, Annette, the teacher who had escorted Mirabella to the office, noticed the tension and asked with a hint of suspicion, “What’s going on here?”

With his irritation peaking. Anthony turned to Annette. “How about it? I’ve got a transfer student for you. Interested?” Annette, caught off–guard by Anthony’s sudden offer, blinked in confusion before collecting her thoughts. “A transter student? Could it be the one you mentioned at the meeting the other day, the one who aced the online exam?” “That’s the one!” Anthony’s eyes gleamed with determination. Without waiting for Annette’s opinion, he made the decision. “That settles it. Mirabella is now part of your experimental class. She’s in the office right now. Miss Annette. please take her to your class.”

Parkside High, like other prestigious schools, had a hierarchy of classes. The Prodigy Class was the elite of the elite, followed by The Advanced Class, and finally, the regular classes, which still boasted above–average grades compared to other schools‘ top classes.

The principal had initially intended for Mirabella to join the Prodigy Class. However, with Morgan’s staunch refusal Anthony had no choice but to place her in The Advanced Class. It wasn’t the best class but was still better than the regular ones.

Annette, now saddled with the unexpected responsibility of a new student, was still a bit dazed. She felt a twinge of apprehension when she saw Morgan visibly relax next to her.