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.”

taken aback by Summer’s sudden flare–up, stood frozen in shock. Watching Summer crouch and sob, she wanted to offer

how different was this from the two–faced celebrities they often encountered in the industry?

lowered her gaze, she had

sunglasses to hide her eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured

assistant simply shook her head. “It’s okay. Let’s get in the car. There are too many

another word, Summer wiped her cheeks and slid into the car. The assistant followed suit,

it took her a while to reply, “No need. I’m

assistant decided to drop

another vehicle.

was engrossed in her phone, playing around, when a message from Nikolai popped up on Messenger, She pressed at the bridge of her nose, sensing this wouldn’t be pleasant. After a while, she finally opened the message.

know how to make

a medicine. Nikolai had been keen to ascist her,

was swift (No, I don’t

Calm for