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

Chapter 9

“Is that Summer?”

“OMG, I can’t believe I’m bumping into my idol at the airport in the middle of the night. This is like, the best moment.

ever!”

“Summer is so gorgeous in real life, and she seems super sweet too.”

“Could we get an autograph, please, Summer?”

The gaggle of teenage girls surrounding Summer were anything but discreet with their booming voices, quickly drawing the attention of other travelers in the airport. Many paused to look in their direction, and both Mirabella and Emmitt turned to watch the scene unfold.

Summer seemed taken aback at first as if she hadn’t expected to encounter fans here, but then she composed herself, her lips curving into a shy smile as she greeted them softly, not refusing their requests for photos. However, her gaze kept flickering, almost imperceptibly, towards Mirabella.

a natural at dancing and singing since she was a kid,” Emmitt began to explain to Mirabella, his eyes on Summer amid the crowd. “She recently joined a girl group, and her agency has high hopes for her. They got her onto one of those talent shows that’s pretty hot online. Those girls are probably

envious in the slightest, simply responding with a nonchalant “Hmm” before feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. She withdrew it to check

[Boss, I need help ASAP!!

and

just leave me hanging, boss.]

the screen: [Sort it out

‘Y‘ was greeted with a cold: [Message failed to send because the

and approached. The girls, reluctant to part ways with their idol, trailed behind her, two of

filming. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and smoothly pulled out a black face mask to slip on.

Davis family was known for their striking good looks. She didn’t really want her fans capturing Mirabella’s

to run into fans at the airport and hold things up.” Her tone suggested an apology, but the tilt of her chin betrayed a hint of showing off

eyes were cool and detached as she glanced at Summer before looking away, her demeanor nonchalant.

let’s go.” Emmitt