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

Chapter 27

Mandy’s face turned a shade of red. “Mirabella, have you lost your marbles?”

With a lazy smirk tugging at her lips, Mirabella stretched out on her bed like a cat in a sunbeam, her striking eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her feathery, light voice floated through the air, “If you’re not the queen of Wall Street, then what gives you the gall to make such a racket here?” With a sigh, Mirabella ended the call.

At the sound of the disconnected line, Mandy shook with rage, hurling her smartphone onto the coffee table with a clatter. It bounced and skidded onto the floor.

Summer, who stood nearby, flinched, a testament to the chilling atmosphere. She quickly bent down to retrieve the fallen device, observing the shattered screen before silently placing it back on the table.

Then, taking a seat next to the fuming Mandy, Summer reached out and gently patted her back. “Mom, simmer down, okay? No need to stoop to Mirabella’s level. She was raised by Grandma and turned out a bit wild, so her words can be… well rough around the edges. Don’t take it to heart. It’s not worth your health.”

since Mandy had put the call on speakerphone. To be honest, even Summer was a bit taken aback by

confronted in such a manner was bound to get under her skin. After Summer murmured some soothing words, Mandy’s expression finally softened. She looked at her obedient and sensible daughter and, with a touch of relief, stroked her hair. “You’re the considerate

that the mix–up at the hospital had been corrected. If she’d been stuck with a daughter like Mirabella, it would’ve been the death of her. Taking a deep breath, Mandy recalled the real reason for waiting up that evening. She reached for a petite purse on the table,

to start, and there’s half a million on this card. Take it for now. If it’s not enough, just

to hand the card back. “Mom, I’ve got enough money. I haven’t

Gilberts can’t look less than anybody else.

then looked up with a smile.

the call, Mirabella was preparing to shower and get some sleep. She had just grabbed her pajamas from the dresser when a knock sounded at her door. “Mira, are you up?”

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