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.

saying, Emmitt, is that I

Emmitt, and he replied without thinking. “That’s not what I mean. It’s just that one shouldn’t bite off more

and resuming her meal of the last bits of oatmeal in her bowl

a tangled mess. If he was talking to Summer, there’d be no such awkwardness. She would,

moment, Emmitt, finding no taste in his bagel set

looked up. puzzled.

It just so happens I have a friend working at

from top universities, included scholars who had made significant contributions

I don’t need it.” Mirabella politely declined. She was somewhat baffled. Why was Emmitt so convinced she was struggling to the point where

but she was neither

you realize how much help it would be to have guidance from someone within