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

Summer’s eyes flashed with unmistakable disappointment as she saw the caller 10 tight up o her phone screen. She had hoped it would be Leo,

Hesitating for a brief moment, Summer still picked up the call with a gentle voice as she walked towards the school exit, “Craig.”

“Did your brother agree to take you yet?” Craig cut straight to the chase,

Summer’s grip on the phone tightened. “He might be busy. I haven’t gotten through to him yet. Craig frowned upon hearing this and then pressed on. “You’ve got to hustle, you know. I’ve done some digging, and I heard your brother has already signed the contract.”

Summer was well aware that Leo would definitely be participating in the shows her current issue was not being able to reach him. What could she do?

“Yeah, you know, my brother’s a busy guy. Sometimes it takes ages for him to reply to me.” Summer’s gaze dropped slightly, her tone steady and calm.

But as soon as she said this, a peculiar expression crossed Craig’s face on the other end of the line. After a brief silence, he asked, “How come I heard your brother got injured and is on a break right now?”

“That can’t be right?” Summer replied almost reflexively. She remembered from her past life that Leo had been injured – a big fuss had been made about it, and he had eventually given up singing because of it. As for the exact timeline of the injury, she couldn’t quite recall.

In her previous life, she had floated through her days, unaware of the specific affairs of the Davis family. Later, when she discovered her biological family was one of the city’s prominent clans, the

sudden elevation to a life of luxury had fed her vanity, leading her to abandon the Davis family and return to the Gilberts.

She looked down on the Davis family and didn’t keep tabs on them after reuniting with the Gilberts, only to find out too late that the Davis family was exceedingly wealthy.

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“Anyway, it’s just hearsay. You’re his sister, so if you say there’s nothing there, then I’ll take

word for it.” The agent’s voice on the phone once again brought Summer out of her reverie. Unaware of the intricacies between the Gilbert and Davis families, Craig only knew of Summer’s affluent background and her superstar brother. Thus, he rarely doubted what Summer said, though it occasionally struck him as odd that her superstar brother never seemed to take her under his wing.

“Alright, I’ll try contacting him again,” Summer tried to sound as normal as possible.

“Okay, let’s leave it at that for now. We’ll talk later.” With that, the call ended.

Summer held her phone, tilting her head back. No matter what, she had to try again. Even if there had been past tensions, surely a decade of living together meant something.

With this thought, her mood lifted slightly. She slipped her phone into her purse and continued walking out of the school gates.

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Collins‘ gaze remained fixed on the entrance of Parkside High School. “When is Mirabella getting out?”

A wave of students had already emerged, but there was no sign of Mirabella.

Leo, who was scrolling through Twitter in the backseat, glanced at the time, “Should be any minute now.” After saying this, he put on a face mask, preparing to get out of the car.

Seeing this, Collins, from the driver’s seat, called out to him, “Hold on, what are you doing getting out? With the way you’re dressed today, you’re bound to be recognized.”

He paused, “Did you forget the near chaos when you went to pick up your sister from the airport last night?” Collins said with a darkened expression.