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

Chapter 9



Chapter 9
“Is that Summer?”
“OMG, I can’t believe I'm bumping into my idol at the airport in the middle of the
night. This is like, the best moment.
ever!”
“Summer is so gorgeous in real life, and she seems super sweet too.”
“Could we get an autograph, please, Summer?”
The gaggle of teenage girls surrounding Summer were anything but discreet with
their booming voices, quickly drawing the attention of other travelers in the
airport. Many paused to look in their direction, and both Mirabella and Emmitt
turned to watch the scene unfold.
Summer seemed taken aback at first as if she hadn't expected to encounter fans
here, but then she composed herself, her lips curving into a shy smile as she
greeted them softly, not refusing their requests for photos. However, her gaze
kept flickering, almost imperceptibly, towards Mirabella.
“Summer’s been a natural at dancing and singing since she was a kid,” Emmitt
began to explain to Mirabella, his eyes on Summer amid the crowd. “She recently
joined a girl group, and her agency has high hopes for her. They got her onto one
of those talent shows that's pretty hot online. Those girls are probably her fans.”
Mirabella didn't seem envious in the slightest, simply responding with a
nonchalant “Hmm?” before feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. She withdrew it
to check the message.
Y: [Boss, I need help ASAP!!
Mirabella massaged her temples, visibly annoyed, and shot back a single word.
[Scram.]
Y: [You can't just leave me hanging, boss.]
A trace oficy amusement tugged at Mirabella’s lips as her slender fingers tapped
a curt reply on the screen: [Sort it out yourself.] After sending the message, she
promptly dumped the contact into her block list.
After typing out a lengthy plea and hitting send, “Y* was greeted with a cold:
[Message failed to send because the recipient has blocked you.]
Meanwhile, as Mirabella had been engrossed in her messaging. Summer
finished posing with the group of girls and approached. The girls, reluctant to part
ways with their idol, trailed behind her, two of them still recording with their
phones.
Mirabella pocketed her phone and looked up just in time to catch the two girls still
filming. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and smoothly pulled out a black
face mask to slip on.
Seeing Mirabella suddenly donning the mask, Summer seemed puzzled but then
appeared to sigh of relief, perhaps remembering something. The Davis family
was known for their striking good looks. She didn’t really want her fans capturing
Mirabella's face on camera.
After a brief pause, Summer spoke softly, “Sorry about that. I didn’t expect to run
into fans at the airport and hold things up.” Her tone suggested an apology, but
the tilt of her chin betrayed a hint of showing off in front of Mirabella.
Mirabella’s eyes were cool and detached as she glanced at Summer before
looking away, her demeanor nonchalant.
“It's fine, let's go.” Emmitt said.
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Emmitt's car was rather modest, a
sedan in the mid-range price
bracket, not a luxury model, but not a

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beater either. It was clear he wasn't
the sort to idle his days away with
nothing to do as rumors suggested.
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After loading the luggage into the
trunk, Emmitt glanced at his watch,
then turned to Summer, who was

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Summer looked at Mirabella, her eyes flicking back and forth, before she replied,
“The family driver dropped me off.”
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Emmitt was about to say something
when Summer stepped forward and
looped her arm through his. Her
voice tinged with a playful whine.
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Emmitt, can I talk to you about
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