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.]

screen for a moment.

to check out my score or something.]

I thought you went on

Emmitt asked, [There’s a website

the entry number. Otherwise, just checking the rankings is a pain,

your next exam? Don’t forget to let me know your

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

Emmitt: [Good luck!]

for lunch, so Emmitt pocketed his phone, standing up with a cursory glance at the book Mirabella had just closed.

and it looked incredibly dense. Even with his decent grasp of French, Emmitt

she hadn’t even been distracted by the

she were diving into a regular French textbook, he wouldn’t have thought twice, but this… Well, it certainly screamed sophistication.

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