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

Chapter 343

A Rolls–Royce. They actually switched to a Rolls–Royce.

Summer’s thoughts drifted to her upbringing within the Davis household. She lived there for over a decade. Her foster father had always stuck to that old Santana, no matter where he went, the same beaten–up car. Despite the family’s wealth, he paraded around with a frugality that bordered on miserly.

Now, he changed. The moment his biological daughter returned, he couldn’t wait to swap it out for a Rolls–Royce. This was really a double standard.

Feeling an unprecedented sense of injustice, Summer simmered with resentment. Before the mix–up was discovered, she never got to bask in the luxurious lifestyle deserved by a tycoon’s daughter. Why should everything change with the return of the blood–related child? Was she not their daughter before?

Biting her lip hard, Summer tried to contain the surge of unfairness, but the image of her father driving that luxury car played on a loop in her mind. She grew more pitiful with each pass, until tears cascaded down uncontrollably.

Her assistant, noticing Summer’s sudden outburst, panicked and hastily fumbled for a tissue from her bag. “Summer, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” she asked.

But as she reached out, Summer swatted her hand away fiercely. “Back off! Just leave me alone, all of you.”

shock. Watching Summer crouch and sob, she wanted to offer comfort but

breakdown, but how different was this from the two–faced

assistant only lowered her gaze, she had seen this

stood up, donned her sunglasses to hide her eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured an apology to her assistant,

get in the car.

slid into the car. The assistant followed suit, glancing at Summer before suggesting, “Why don’t you just go home and rest today?”

in her seat, and it took her a while to reply, “No need.

assistant decided to drop the

another

at the bridge of her nose, sensing this wouldn’t be pleasant. After a while, she finally

how to make incense,

the last time she concocted a medicine. Nikolai had been keen to ascist her, and now he was asking about incense–making. What sort of mischief was be

was swift (No,

Incense of Calm for James was your