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.

brief hello with his folks, and was about to head upstairs when he suddenly remembered the

we get any packages today?” Vincent asked, turning toward his

wasn’t home today,” Aimee

up and chimed in, “Oh, yeah, there was a delivery. What did you order? It’s a

box? What on earth

gesture toward the storage room, Vincent murmured an acknowledgment and headed in with a mix of curiosity and

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

at least a hundred different exam papers stared back at him… Vincent suddenly recalled Mirabella’s fleeting look of annoyance that morning when he handed her his own stack of

the Math Olympiad?” It seemed from

revenge.

him that odd look. The trap was set

a good puzzle, sure, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed being

look at an exam paper the same way