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

Chapter 493

Shawn sighed in relief upon hearing the news, yet a nagging thought lingered–his daughter was adamant about not joining showbiz for now, but who was to say she wouldn’t change her mind later? And since when did she start prioritizing a commercial shoot over school? It was a clear sign that her brother was slowly reshaping her once steadfast habits.

Squinting his eyes with suspicion, Shawn couldn’t help but think, “Leo is no angel, that’s for sure!”

With that thought, he tossed the car keys back into the drawer and announced, “I’m heading upstairs.” Without wasting a moment, he bounded up the stairs, an almost palpable aura of fury trailing behind him.

Mirabella watched, utterly baffled, as her father ascended. “What on earth is he going up there for?” she wondered.

Upstairs, Leo was still blissfully snoozing, like a teenager who wouldn’t dream of stirring until the last minute before heading out. Leo’s door wasn’t locked, so Shawn burst in to find his son buried under the blankets, imitation surging through him.

Striding over, he yanked the covers back. Early winter mornings were chilly, and the sudden loss of warmth jolted Leo awake. Groggy and disoriented, Leo rolled over, peering up at Shawn with half–open eyes. He managed to snag the blanket and pull it back over himself, and mumbled, “Dad, what’s with the blanket snatch?”

Shawn’s expression was stone–cold. “Listen here, young man, I don’t want you dragging your sister into the spotlight anymore.”

Leo, now fully awake and sitting up to tousle his bed hair, was confused. “Spotlight? What are you talking

about?”

you to chase after commercials, but to rope in your sister and make her skip class to join you? Doesn’t that prick your conscience?” Shawn was livid, and if he had a stick in hand, it might

hear me

your sister into doing that ad?” Shawn cut him off

“I… well…”

some TV show and messing with her studies, you better watch your legs,” Shawn warned coldly before

the closed door, taking a while to process his father’s harsh words. He was actually the victim here,

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his sister sipping tea on the couch next to their dad–especially their dad, who now looked as gentle and benign as could

a son truly had no standing. It was a

nine, Collins arrived outside the Davis family mansion. As Leo climbed

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asked with concern, “Leo, what’s wrong with you? You look all