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

Chapter 185

Mirabella glanced at Summer with a smirk playing on her lips. A gentle breeze teased a strand of her hair across her face, which she casually blew aside. Her voice was languid with a hint of arrogance. “And who the hell do you think you are to command me like that?”

Her voice, a little husky, carried a natural haughtiness that somehow made even her coarsest words sound stylishly rebellious.

Summer’s usually composed expression froze momentarily before a sardonic smile curled her lips. “Do you really think acing a few tests makes you something special?”

Mirabella’s brows arched with insouciance. Deep down, she’d always wondered why the bonal fide Gilbert family heiress was so persistent in seeking attention from her. Was this what it meant to return to a life of privilege, basking in parental adoration, with nothing better to do than play pretentious games?

Shaking her head in mild amusement, Mirabella withdrew her gaze, too indifferent to continue the conversation, and turned to continue her way toward the school gates.

Watching Mirabella’s retreating figure, Summer’s face darkened with disdain. She absolutely despised that superior air Mirabella wore like a second skin as if she were some kind of aristocrat. It was laughable, really, considering Mirabella had grown up in some backwater town. Did she truly see herself as such a big deal?

up the car window with an annoyed flick of her wrist

Jenna, who had made it to class that day.

daze since arriving at school, a stark contrast to her usual eagerness to greet Mirabella. Startled

Mira, you’re here,” Jenna murmured,

her dark circles, and asked. “Were you up

desk, Jenna half–closed her eyes and said hoarsely, “Couldn’t sleep. Just thinking about my dad makes

your dad wakes up. That’d only make everyone worry, not to mention

help; it just wasn’t the right time. Jenna’s dad had just undergone major surgery, and his body was still healing. If Mirabella

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perk up. “Yeah, I

a notebook from her desk. She turned to the math notes she had organized the

penned pages, which broke down complex equations and highlighted key points for the exams. “Thank you,” she whispered.