Chapter 13 Dinner Complications
Liam slid his answer sheet across the desk with a casual flick of his wrist, leaning back in his chair with an easygoing smile. He wasn't worried—after all, he knew exactly what was written on that paper.
Amanda, still thinking this was just a formality, took the sheet with a neutral expression and began scanning his work. At first, her face remained indifferent, her eyes gliding over the equations, checking each step.
Then, suddenly, her expression changed.
Her casual glance turned into a focused stare. Her eyebrows drew together. She flipped to the second page, her fingers gripping the sheet a little tighter. Then the third page. Then the fourth.
Not a single mistake.
Not only had Liam gotten every answer correct, but his workings were flawless—precise, methodical, and executed without the use of a calculator. Each calculation flowed smoothly as if he had solved them with complete confidence. It didn't make sense.
Amanda looked up sharply, narrowing her eyes.
"You cheated," she accused.
Liam simply shrugged, his smirk unwavering.
"Nope."
Amanda's eyes bore into his, searching for any sign of dishonesty. She then pointed to the paper. "Then explain this. You didn't use a calculator for a single one of these calculations, yet you somehow got everything right? That's impossible."