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

Chapter 395

Leo left Collins‘ office, his mind already on the descent down the stairs.

When he reached the elevator, as fate would have it, he bumped into Jay’s agent, Vicky, who was also heading down.

The last time they’d crossed paths, Vicky had taken the opportunity to kick Leo when he was down, so this time, Vicky saw Leo and just shot him a cool glance before looking away. He casually pressed the button for the underground parking, level B1, and smoothly pulled a face mask from his pocket, slipping it over his nose and mouth.

Vicky, also bound for the parking garage, often strutted around Collins with a cocky air. But lately, Jay’s drama had left him red–faced at the office, avoiding people when he could.

Leo’s nonchalant demeanor that didn’t even warrant a ‘hello, made Vicky feel a distinct discomfort stirring within.

Thinking back to that tweet Leo had posted defending Summer, Vicky suddenly looked up, his voice laced with a sharp edge, “You did it on purpose, didn’t you? Letting Summer hand over that song to Jay?”

It sounded like a question, but his tone was drenched in certainty. Leo’s gaze landed on Vicky, but he kept silent.

events in his head, enlightenment dawned, and he chuckled, slapping his forehead. “I have to give it to you guys,

the frontman of Neon Paradox. You had it in for Jay all

it not been for Leo’s online show of support for Summer, Vicky might have remained in the dark about the real situation. With these thoughts, Vicky’s face grew dark as storm clouds.

man’s capacity for conspiracy theories, a true mark of his profession, seemed to dwarf those of any

band leader in Neon Paradox anymore.

reached level B1, and with a ‘ding, the doors opened. Without a word, Leo stepped out and

as he watched Leo’s retreating figure. He snapped out of his

start the engine when his phone rang. He pulled it out with ease, his expression showing a flicker

“Sure. Shoot me the

after a brief pause, added, “How’s

taken aback by the sudden inquiry about Mirabella but quickly responded, “She’s doing okay. Buried in her books and cramming for her