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

Michelle fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she sat, her hands resting on her knees. It was as if the silence from Heather had jogged her memory, prompting her to speak up, “I remember, in the first episode, Juztin’s sister mentioned she was studying at Parkside High School. I’ll hit up a buddy of mine who’s an underclassman there, and see if he knows her.”

Heather turned to glance at her, puzzled by this sudden interest in Juztin’s sister.

Pressing her lips together, Michelle’s eyes dropped slightly, and after a brief pause, she said in a soft but steely tone, “If she really goes to Parkside High School… then today’s livestream fiasco isn’t over yet.” The lightness in her voice did little to mask the malice lacing her words.

At this, the gloom in Heather’s eyes seemed to dissipate somewhat. Juztin was untouchable, but his sister? That was another story.

With a subdued ‘hm, Heather simply advised, “Just keep it low–key, okay?”

“I got it,” Michelle replied, her voice a gentle whisper.

The assistant driving in front glanced in the rearview mirror, his expression unchanged, as if these dark maneuvers were just part of the job. He sighed internally, already foreseeing the grim fate awaiting the girl Heather had set her sights on. It was a shame, really, to get tangled with the likes of them.

Meanwhile, in another car.

Collins was recounting the day’s events from the livestream, “You should’ve seen Heather’s face, man. She was just bragging about her posh fanbase when they all switched their usernames in unison. It was a complete train wreck, happened in less than a minute. I almost died laughing.”

Mirabella, lounging in her seat, perked up at the mention of the on–air humiliation that had unfolded.

“I’ve disliked that woman since the start of this show,” Leo confessed without reserve. Targeting him was one thing, but repeatedly going after his sister was beyond annoying.

When Collins heard Leo refer to Heather as ‘that woman, he couldn’t help but grimace, throwing in a reminder, “Heather was crowned Best Actress at last year’s film festival, a rising starlet!”

“Please, I’m the chart–topping heartthrob of the music world, and you don’t see me bragging,” Leo scoffed, glancing at the back of

Collins‘ head.

“Ha, heartthrob? Did you miss the new tag your fans are slapping on you?” Collins couldn’t resist a jab, “Our little princess.”

That turned Leo’s face thunderous.

“Didn’t I tell you to watch your image before we came? You were supposed to maintain your cool, but no, you went full naïve sweetheart,” Collins shook his head in exasperation.

Leo clamped his mouth shut, choosing silence over argument.

“No wonder you always turned down these types of show invites. You knew yourself,” Collins paused, but didn’t continue with the disdain. “Well, your persona may have crumbled, but your fans‘ love has only grown. Just embrace being the sweet princess from now

on.”

Leo was speechless. Damn it, talk about a devil for an agent!All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mirabella just smiled quietly, turning to look out the window as their exchange continued. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a message.

Adler: [Hey, can you help me analyze a data report?]

After pondering for a few seconds, her fingers danced across the screen with a reply. [Sure, send it to my email.] Once the message was sent, she forwarded her personal email address to Adler.

Back at his end, Adler felt a wave of relief wash over him as he read her response. The nervous tension that had gripped him was suddenly gone.