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

Facing Summer’s sneer, Aiden just rolled his eyes and impatiently said to the driver ahead, “Just drive.”

The driver cautiously peered into the rearview mirror and as he started the car, he inquired, “Miss, shall we head to the Education Association first or take Mr. Alden home?”

Summer’s expression remained sour. She glanced at her wristwatch and frowned. “Drop me off at the association first, then take him home. I’ll grab an Uber back later.”

“Sure thing,” the driver complied.

Summer cast a look at Aiden who sat beside her, stubbornly covering his ears with his hands. and she massaged her temples in irritation before turning to gaze blankly out the window.

In about twenty minutes, they arrived at the Education Association building. Summer smoothed her hair and adjusted her outfit. A crisp and proper dress had replaced her school uniform before she left school.

After checking her appearance and ensuring nothing was amiss, she donned a face mask and got out of the car.

Once the driver saw Summer enter the lobby, he restarted the vehicle, preparing to head back. to the Gilbert family residence. Aiden, who had been silent and stone–faced the entire ride. suddenly looked up at the driver and said, “Never mind, find a spot to park. We’ll wait for her.”

He muttered under his breath, “It’s just grabbing some documents. Won’t take too long.”

Surprise flickered in the driver’s eyes. The siblings were known for not getting along and had just had a row. Under normal circumstances, Aiden’s waiting for Summer would be out of the question.

Well, kids at that age often rebel, and their fights sometimes are nothing more than a bid for attention. Perhaps that was the case with Aiden tough on the outside, but soft on the inside.

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Soon, the driver found a temporary parking spot nearby and after a moment of thought, he texted Summer to let her know they would be waiting downstairs.”

Fifteen minutes later, Summer emerged carrying a paper bag. The driver, keeping an eye on the lobby, quickly drove over to her.

Summer got in, tossed the paper bag onto the seat, and removed her mask, looking quite pleased as if the trip to the association had dissolved all her earlier displeasure.

Aiden glanced at her. Then his gaze fell on the paper bag. His fingers twitched, reaching for it to see what was inside, but Summer snatched it back promptly. “Don’t touch my stuff,” she said coldly.

Aiden huffed, “Whatever, as if I care. It’s just some crib notes, right?” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

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Summer shook her head, disappointment evident in her eyes. Not wanting to spoil her mood further, she didn’t bother explaining and simply put in her earbuds.

Meanwhile, after dealing with Aiden, Mirabella headed straight for the herbal market. But she got there a bit late, many of the shops had already closed, and those still open didn’t pay her much mind. After all, she was just a young girl in a school uniform.

Mirabella didn’t mind, though. She browsed a few stores and realized they only had common herbs, nothing of the special or rare varieties she needed.

She stepped out of another shop, and disappointment was clearly etched on Mirabella’s face.

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