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

Chapter 470

Vincent slid an embossed, gold–trimmed Invitation across the table, catching Mirabella’s gaze before she picked it up.

“Grandpa Knox is celebrating his birthday tomorrow, and he’d like you to join us for dinner,” Vincent said in a measured tone, revealing the true purpose of his visit to Mirabella.

Mirabella was slightly

aback that Knox would include her in his birthday plans, considering their limited interactions. After a brief

pause, she set the own and replied, “I’ll need to check in with my folks first.”

Her response was neither a yes nor a direct refusal.

Vincent nodded in understanding, “Of course.” After a moment’s hesitation, he added, “My grandpa really hopes you can make it.” With that, Vincent didn’t linger any longer and promptly made his exit through the back door.

Jenna, who had been scribbling notes nearby, leaned in with a curious look towards the gilded card on the table and teased, “So, Queen Mira, you and Vincent are chummy enough that family invites are flying your way?”

gave Jenna a sidelong glance.

curious,” Jenna coughed. “Why would his

irresistible charm,” Mirabella quipped, a

rolled her eyes in silence.

flipped through them before handing them over to Jenna. “You might want to give these math challenge problems a

still traumatized by the unfinished assignment shoved on her the last time, and vehemently shook her head. “No way, those are divine gifts from the math gods are meant for you. I can’t indulge in such sacrilege.” The mere sight of test papers made her hands tremble.

me, but right up your alley,” Mirabella said nonchalantly, pausing for a beat before adding, “Remember, you’re aiming for Radiant Ridge College. If you’re not busting your hump now,

her eyes. ‘Could it be that you’re just offloading these on

Mirabella turned her attention back to her own work and picked up her pen, resuming her scribbling on a

paper.

and slumped over the desk in despair. Why did she have to

her pen again and resigned herself to grinding through the papers. After solving a couple of problems, a thought struck her, and she set the pen down

and she sets

a hard–won photo from her album and

her gaze, briefly scanning the phone’s screen.