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

Chapter 61

Emmitt frowned. “Why bring up Summer again? Are you two even on the same level?”

Mirabella tapped her fingers lightly on the table. Her gaze was drifting. “Are you sure you weren’t the one who mentioned her first?”

Emmitt choked, feeling a complete inability to communicate effectively with her. With patience, he explained. “Summer’s shooting for a chance at Prestige College. And you? Participating in this competition with your grades seems… somewhat pointless.”

He paused for a second, and then added in a lower tone, “With the time you’re spending on this, you might as well enroll in a tutoring class. That would be far more beneficial for you right now.”

Despite his disappointment in his sister, he still hoped she would focus her efforts on more realistic goals instead of chasing some impossible dreams.

at him with an indifferent smile. “So, what you’re saying, Emmitt,

not what I mean. It’s just that one shouldn’t bite

it.” Mirabella nodded, turning her gaze away and resuming her meal of the last bits of

and distant. His feelings were a tangled mess. If he was talking to Summer, there’d be no such awkwardness. She would, at least. understand his intentions behind every word.

table grew heavy. After a moment, Emmitt, finding no taste in his bagel

looked up.

so happens I have a

in the Education Association, aside from having advanced teaching credentials from top universities, included scholars who had made significant contributions to the country. Guidance from

politely declined. She was somewhat baffled. Why was Emmitt so convinced she was struggling to the point where she needed preemptive tutoring from

her, but she was neither touched nor did she hesitate

soured, and he couldn’t help but raise his voice, “Do you realize how much help it would be to have guidance from