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

Chapter 464

Beside her, Michelle was fidgeting with her smartphone, her curiosity having gotten the better of her earlier, prompting her to screenshot the pre–nickname–change flurry of tips that had hit the chat. Now, she scrolled through her gallery, pulled up the images and mused, “I don’t think this is the work of haters.”

The transformation from ‘Miss‘ Minions‘ for ‘Heather is Shameless Squad‘ seemed to be a direct response to her cousin declaring those high–rolling fans as her own. It was after that claim that the tide turned.

Just this morning, that same crowd was spamming messages of encouragement like ‘Go Miss, you can do it!‘ which definitely meant they were rooting for someone.

The misunderstanding arose when her dear cousin assumed the ‘Miss‘ they referred to was her, leading to that awkward scene at noon.

There were only three women among the guests on the show, so…

A light bulb went off in Michelle’s head, her eyes widening as she turned to Heather, “Could it be that these people are from Juztin’s camp? Maybe he’s paying them to rally behind his sister, to build up her image?”

She knew herself well enough to admit she didn’t have such devoted fans. Eliminating her cousin from the equation left only Juztin’s

sister.

was modest, his star status over the years must have netted him a fortune. Dropping a few million in tips

and revisited the livestream.screenshots. She noticed that the broadcast’s split–screen had only

act of them wasn’t even on camera. That’s odd, isn’t it? It’s like… they set you up to be embarrassed on

Heather’s eyes

the evidence, and the missing piece of the puzzle clicked into

playing ignorant, only to have someone humiliate

to have seen

of silence, he tried to offer some consolation. “I don’t think it’s that bad… I mean, Heather and Juztin don’t even run in the same circles and have no overlapping interests. There’s

in terms of clout, Juztin was clearly a notch above, though the assistant wisely kept that last thought to

a scoff and a roll of her eyes, Michelle pocketed her phone and said lightly, “Who can say? Maybe they’re just