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.

hello with his folks, and was about to head upstairs when he suddenly remembered the package Mirabella had mentioned sending him that

today?” Vincent

today,” Aimee

delivery. What did you order? It’s a big box and heavy as a sack

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

with a mix of curiosity and

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

at him… Vincent suddenly recalled Mirabella’s fleeting look of annoyance that morning when he handed her his own

then her question, “Are you also competing in the Math Olympiad?” It seemed from that moment on, she had plotted her

revenge.

friend had given him that odd look. The trap was set right

box, and he shuddered. He enjoyed a good

at an exam paper the same way again. Quickly, he sealed the box back up. It was too horrific for words.