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.

and he chuckled, slapping his forehead. “I have to give it to you guys, playing dirty to kick Jay out of the band. I was wondering why you

You had it in for

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

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

position of band leader

doors opened. Without a word, Leo stepped

elevator, his gaze cold as he watched Leo’s retreating figure. He snapped out of his reverie just before the doors slid

pulled it out with ease, his expression showing a flicker of surprise at the caller ID before he answered, “Hey, Emmitt.” “Got some time? Let’s grab

a moment before replying, “Sure. Shoot me the

after a brief pause,

“She’s doing okay. Buried in her books and cramming for her senior year of high school.”