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

Chapter 188

Mr. Hammond watched Mirabella, who wore a veil of modesty on her face that was betrayed by the confidence in her voice. He shook his head, picked up his mug, and took a sip of his chilled

iced coffee.

An afterthought struck him, and he added. “The city finals results won’t be out for another couple of days, but I’m pretty sure you’re a shoo–in. Next up is the nationals. I checked the schedule: they’re likely next weekend. Prestige College is spearheading the event in collaboration with the Education Association, so the national competition will be right here in Riverdale. The prelims and finals will take place over two days, with results announced on the spot. You’d better start getting ready.”

Mirabella’s eyes sparkled at the mention of Riverdale, but then she rose from her seat.

“Understood. I’ll head back to class now.”

“Alright, go hit the books,” Mr. Hammond waved her off, then added as an afterthought. “And don’t forget about the French oral exam. I have no doubt your spoken skills are up to par.”

Mirabella paused mid–stride and glanced at Mr. Hammond, who was grinning knowingly. She felt a mix of emotions and wanted to ask how he could be so sure, but decided to let it slide.

$100,000 scholarship was at stake. Her father, that gold–gobbling dragon, had just splurged on a new luxury car worth millions. Surely, Mirabella should celebrate his new acquisition with a

lamented her shattered dream of experiencing poverty. Alas, it seemed she was the one who had picked up the wrong script in the

a while, but for some unknown reason, the higher–ups got wind of his injury, and he was

Collins‘ office, the atmosphere

face was a stormy shade of grey. “Who the hell leaked

a physical injury, even with his voice intact, he could no longer deliver the thrilling stage performances of the past. This clearly meant a full stop to his career prospects. No

artist who couldn’t generate greater

at the pinnacle of his career.

the chair, his face pale, a hint of sickness in his eyes. His gaze was icy as he fixed it on the desk, and after

Collins‘ voice dropped to a whisper. “If you admit to being injured, how will you ever sing again?” The executives had already approached

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a break from all commercial engagements for

on his lips. “Do you really