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

Chapter 89

Emmitt’s eyebrows shot up, a look of utter surprise and astonishment painting his features. He was well–aware that his foster sister’s grades were nothing short of stellar, but to rank sixth in the nation on the preliminary exams? That was something beyond merely ‘good.”

Prodigy, genius – she truly deserved every academic accolade.

On the TV, Summer maintained her composure, answering the host’s questions with a calm and modest demeanor. “Preliminary scores don’t really mean much,” she said coolly. “I’m just going to keep pushing forward, aiming to do well in the upcoming rounds and live up to everyone’s expectations.”

The host, all smiles, smoothly transitioned to interviewing the other team members.

Emmitt’s attention drifted from the TV, and he fished out his phone to shoot a message to Summer on Messenger. [Congrats on snagging the sixth spot in the nation on those prelims.]

At that moment, Summer, phone in hand, saw the sudden message from Emmitt and paused briefly before responding: [Thanks, Emmitt. How’d you find out about my score, though?)

Emmitt chuckled, typing back, [Just saw your interview on TV.]

a moment. [Lol,

check out my score or

thought you went on

bit surprising, Emmitt asked, [There’s a website for your

you need the entry number. Otherwise, just checking the rankings is

next exam? Don’t forget to let me

emoji popped up from Summer, [Sure thing! After next week’s round, I’ll text you as soon as I get

Emmitt: [Good luck!]

for lunch, so Emmitt pocketed his phone, standing up

littered with French, not a hint of English translation, and it looked incredibly dense. Even

hadn’t even been distracted by the television. Wasn’t that a bit too much

regular French textbook, he wouldn’t have thought

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