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

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Chapter 185

Mirabella glanced at Summer with a smirk playing on her lips. A gentle breeze teased a strand of her hair across

her face, which she casually blew aside. Her voice was languid with a hint of arrogance. “And who the hell do you

think you are to commandlike that?”

Her voice, a little husky, carried a natural haughtiness that somehow made even her coarsest words sound

stylishly rebellious.

Summer's usually composed expression froze momentarily before a sardonic smile curled her lips. “Do you really

think acing a few tests makes you something special?”

Mirabella’s brows arched with insouciance. Deep down, she’d always wondered why the bonal fide Gilbert family

heiress was so persistent in seeking attention from her. Was this what it meant to return to a life of privilege,

basking in parental adoration, with nothing better to do than play pretentious games?

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Shaking her head in mild amusement, Mirabella withdrew her gaze, too indifferent to continue the conversation,

and turned to continue her way toward the school gates.

Watching Mirabella’s retreating figure, Summer's face darkened with disdain. She absolutely despised that

superior air Mirabella wore like a second skin as if she were skind of aristocrat. It was laughable, really,

considering Mirabella had grown up in sbackwater town. Did she truly see herself as such a big deal?

Summer rolled up the car window with an annoyed flick of her wrist and instructed the driver to leave.

Inside the classroom, Mirabella noticed Jenna, who had made it to class that day. After taking her seat, she gently

tapped Jenna on the shoulder.

Jenna had been in a daze since arriving at school, a stark contrast to her usual eagerness to greet Mirabella.

Startled by the tap, Jenna finally snapped out of it.

“Queen Mira, you're here,” Jenna murmured, her voice drained.

Mirabella studied Jenna’s haggard face, noting her dark circles, and asked. “Were you up all night?”

Laying her head on the desk, Jenna half-closed her eyes and said hoarsely, “Couldn't sleep. Just thinking about

my dad makesso upset.”

“Take care of yourself, Jenna. You don’t want to end up sick when your dad wakes up. That'd only make everyone

worry, not to mention your mom needs you,” Mirabella spoke softly.

It wasn’t that Mirabella was unwilling to help; it just wasn’t the right time. Jenna's dad had just undergone major

surgery, and his body was still healing. If Mirabella intervened with her acupuncture now, it might've done more

harm than good.

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Sniffling. Jenna tried to perk up. “Yeah, | know.”

Mirabella smiled and pulled out a notebook from her desk. She turned to the math notes she had organized the

day before and placed them on Jenna's desk.

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Jenna's eyes warmed at the sight of the neatly penned pages, which broke down complex equations and

highlighted key points for the exams. “Thank you,” she whispered.

With a playful lift of her eyebrow, Mirabella coffeesed, “I can’t have my friend falling behind, can 1? What would

that say aboutas the top student in our grade?”

Jenna hummed in acknowledgment, clutching the notebook without further words. Twas of the essence in

their senior year, and anyone who devoted their own study tto help a friend the essence in their senior year,

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was a true ally.

During the third period of the morning. French class was underway. The French teacher walked in, distributed a

set of test papers, and then unexpectedly called Mirabella to the office.

Being summoned by the language arts teacher had becroutine for Mirabella, but being called away by the

French teacher, especially mid-lesson, was bewildering indeed.

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