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

Chapter 362

Twenty minutes or so later, Leo strolled back into the house, a cassette tape in hand.

Mirabella glanced his way and, noticing his usual casual demeanor, called out, “Les, toks back.”

With a nonchalant hum, Leo lifted the tape for her to see. “Got a new track for you to check out It’s still rough around the edges, though.”

“Sure,” Mirabella said, setting aside her smartphone.

Leo ambled over to the stereo, slid the tape in, and hit play. A raw acapella version of a song filled the room. The sound was unpolished, stripped of studio magic, revealing the song’s bare

essence.

Mirabella listened intently, recognizing the melody and lyrics as almost identical to the version she had stumbled upon online.

the stereo, Leo waited for the song to end before arching an eyebrow at his dice, his face brimming with cocky confidence. “What do you

then after a brief pause, she added,

once more. After another listen, Mirabella casually inquired, “Have you played this song for anyone else

pulled out the cassette and sank down on the couch beside her. “Nope, just showed an early version to Collins and the guys in the band. You’re the first to hear the

ever run into a situation where you accidentally create a

track inspires you, you might end up with a similar melody or vibe. But that’s just imitation on a

are exactly

of internal plagiarism or theft,” Leo replied, then squinted suspiciously at her. “Why do you ask

Mirabella said with

“The chances of your brother here creating a tune that clashes with someone else’s are slim to none. Not to toot my own horn, but in this industry,

and playfully ruffled his curly hair. “Mhm, Leo, you are

was momentarily lost for words. There

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