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.

was about to head upstairs when he suddenly remembered the package Mirabella had

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

wasn’t home today,” Aimee

up and chimed in, “Oh, yeah, there was a delivery. What did

box? What

in with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The box was right there by the door, unmistakable in its

fetched a pair of scissors and sliced through the tape, and as he peered

box of 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 when he handed her his own

“Are you also competing in the Math Olympiad?” It seemed from that moment on,

revenge.

wonder her friend had given him that odd look. The trap

papers inside the box, and he shuddered. He enjoyed a

an exam paper the same way