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

Chapter 149

Summer cast one last desolate glance at the bulletin board where the test scores were posted. Her lips were sealed in a tight line as she turned on her heel and walked away.

Madeline watched her friend’s retreating figure, heaving a deep sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. Even though Summer didn’t voice her disappointment, Madeline knew the sting was there, buried deep. After all, Summer had poured every ounce of her spare time into studying, a heartbreaking and admirable dedication.

But what could you do… when you were outshone by a country bumpkin foster child?

Shaking her head as if to clear her mind of this unsettling thought, Madeline hurried to catch up with Summer.

On the other hand, Mirabella hadn’t bothered to check the test scores on the bulletin board. She knew her score well enough. Annette had called her into the office last week and given her the rundown.

As for her ranking, she had researched the score trends for Parkside High before she even enrolled, and with her latest scores in mind, she figured she might not have snagged the top spot, but second place was well within reach. After all, English was her Achilles‘ heel, much

h to her chagrin.

struggles with English, she had been secretly reveling in the potential downfall. Having

turned out, Waterloo was a pipe dream–at

a rock–solid first place in

and, in a’rare moment of outreach, asked, “Are you done staring?

pointedly not mentioning her own score. After a brief pause, she added with a mix of sarcasm and awe.

I probably wouldn’t have scored

most, but luckily, she was used to it. Shaking her head, Jenna continued, “You know Vincent from the Prodigy Class was the perpetual top scorer before you

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a finger for emphasis. “One point, do you get how close that is? He migh overtake you next time, especially

competitor who had placed just behind her in the BrainSpark Nationals, taking

the proud one. Now that you’ve parachuted in and snatched his top spot, you’re probably his public enemy number one,” Jenna mused, resting her chin in her hands before continuing. “But hey, Vincent’s drop dead gorgeous. If he’s got

practically swooning over