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

Chapter 1151

Kitty's lips curled with a hint of disdain. "Bro, did you forget? Didn't our sister run off with some lowlifes back in the day?"

Only those uncouth hooligans would resort to something as brutal as knocking someone out cold.

Austin didn't remember much from decades ago, but the scandal of their sister running off with riff-raff still lingered, nearly tarnishing the Cunningham family's reputation in their social circles. No well-bred heiress had ever been so recklessly impulsive before.

"But now, sister just got back to Riverdale, and she's already knocked out the people you sent. Is she trying to show off or what?" Kitty added, suddenly recalling something.

Hearing this, Austin thought about the time he went to Ashford to find someone, and how his sister had dodged him. His gaze turned icy. "She better keep a low profile."

Kitty lowered her lashes, hiding her glittering eyes, and murmured in agreement. "It's obvious she still doesn't want to see us. So about her daughter coming here for treatment..."

they're in Riverdale, there's no reason

book a restaurant, and Emmitt, you invite her for dinner. If

thought for a moment and agreed,

too. We're all family,

If a dinner could clear up any misunderstandings, that would be perfect. After thinking it over, he said, "I'll go to the school myself to pick

noticing something strange in his eyes, which made her feel uneasy. She knew Austin too well; he'd only be nice if he saw some use in someone. Clearly, he saw Delilah's daughter as a genius doctor with connections to the Pharmacists' Association, and he wanted to take

call and ask her to join us for dinner. The kids are both at Prestige College; they should have stuff in common," Austin

Kitty was even more displeased but didn't show it, responding with a cool, "That might not work. Yara's been busy with a marine engineering project with

daughter to charm Delilah's daughter? Not

pushing it, said, "No worries, there'll

didn't reply, just took out her phone and stepped aside to make a call,

Mirabella had just one class that afternoon. Afterward, she went straight to the lab building. As soon as she stepped into