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

Chapter 472

Vincent straightened up immediately, his voice carrying a hint of determination. “Don’t you worry, I’ll find a chance to talk to Mirabella.”

After a pause, he added, somewhat reluctantly, “But don’t get your hopes up too high. She’s Ivy League–bound, with a future as bright as the Fourth of July. And it’s not just her – I doubt her folks would agree either.”

Anyone who made it into Prestige College was seen as a pillar of the nation. His grandpa sure had some wild dreams.

Knox had been somewhat appeased by the first part of Vincent’s statement, but the latter part nearly made him blow his top – again.

Vincent cleared his throat and stood up, hastily making an excuse. “Grandpa, I’ve got a mountain of homework to bury myself in tonight, so I better get back. I’ll come straight over after school tomorrow. I won’t let you down, and you can count on that.”

Knox couldn’t even bear to look at him. He just waved his hand dismissively, signaling for him to scram.

Vincent then left the grand hall, instructed the butler to take good care of his grandfather, and left the family estate.

he arrived at his place downtown, exchanged a brief hello with his folks, and was about to head upstairs when he suddenly remembered the package Mirabella had mentioned sending him

packages today?” Vincent asked, turning toward his mother.

today,” Aimee shook

was Vincent’s dad, who looked up and chimed in, “Oh, yeah, there was a delivery.

momentarily taken aback. A big, heavy box? What on earth

room, Vincent murmured an acknowledgment and headed in with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The box was right there by the door, unmistakable in its bulk.

pair of scissors and sliced through the tape, and as he peered inside, he froze, unable to process

study materials and at least a hundred different exam papers stared back at him… Vincent suddenly recalled Mirabella’s fleeting look of annoyance that morning

the Math Olympiad?”

revenge.

that odd look.

back on the papers inside the box, and he shuddered. He enjoyed a good puzzle, sure, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed being buried in exam

paper the same way again. Quickly, he sealed the box