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.

smile. “So, what you’re saying, Emmitt, is that I

momentarily disarmed Emmitt, and he replied without thinking. “That’s not what I mean. It’s just that one shouldn’t bite off more than they can chew.”

away and resuming her meal

tangled mess. If he was talking to Summer, there’d

finding no taste in his

up. puzzled.

you’re set on the competition, I won’t dissuade you. It just so happens I have a friend working

from top universities, included scholars who had made significant contributions to the country. Guidance from someone within the Association could

somewhat baffled. Why was Emmitt so convinced she was struggling to the point where she

but she was neither touched nor did she hesitate for even a

he couldn’t help but raise his voice, “Do you realize how