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. [Lol, you actually watch that kind of

check out my

you went

asked, [There’s a

check personal scores, you need the entry number. Otherwise, just checking the rankings is a pain, considering how many high schools and

exam? Don’t forget to let me know your results.]

thing! After next week’s round, I’ll text you as soon as

Emmitt: [Good luck!]

then, Delilah was calling for lunch, so Emmitt pocketed his phone, standing

with French, not a hint of English translation, and it looked incredibly dense. Even with his decent grasp of French, Emmitt couldn’t decipher

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

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

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