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

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Chapter 89

Emmitt’'s eyebrows shot up, a look of utter surprise and astonishment painting his features. He was well-aware

that his foster sister's grades were nothing short of stellar, but to rank sixth in the nation on the preliminary

exams? That was something beyond merely ‘good.”

Prodigy, genius - she truly deserved every academic accolade.

On the TV, Summer maintained her composure, answering the host's questions with a calm and modest

demeanor. “Preliminary scores don’t really mean much,” she said coolly. “I'm just going to keep pushing forward,

aiming to do well in the upcoming rounds and live up to everyone's expectations.”

The host, all smiles, smoothly transitioned to interviewing the other team members.

Emmitt’s attention drifted from the TV, and he fished out his phone to shoot a message to Summer on

Messenger. [Congrats on snagging the sixth spot in the nation on those prelims.]

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At that moment, Summer, phone in hand, saw the sudden message from Emmitt and paused briefly before

responding: [Thanks, Emmitt. How’d you find out about my score, though?)

Emmitt chuckled, typing back, [Just saw your interview on TV.]

Summer's fingers hesitated on the screen for a moment. [Lol, you actually watch that kind of

website to check out my score or something.]

stuff? | thought you went on the competition

Finding that a bit surprising, Emmitt asked, [There's a website for your competition?]

Summer's gaze narrowed slightly as she replied, [Yeah, but to check personal scores, you need the entry

number. Otherwise, just checking the rankings is a pain, considering how many high schools and students are

involved nationwide.]

Emmitt: [Makes sense. When's your next exam? Don’t forget to letknow your results.]

Another cute emoji popped up from Summer, [Sure thing! After next week’s round, I'll text you as soon as | get

my scores.]

Emmitt: [Good luck!]

By then, Delilah was calling for lunch, so Emmitt pocketed his phone, standing up with a cursory glance at the

book Mirabella had just closed.

The cover was littered with French, not a hint of English translation, and it looked incredibly dense. Even with his

decent grasp of French, Emmitt couldn't decipher the book’s thor content.

She had been so engrossed in this French read, without any English glossary, that she hadn't even been

distracted by the television. Wasn't that a bit too much of a show?

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If she were diving into a regular French textbook, he wouldn't have thought twice, but this... Well, it certainly

screamed sophistication.

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Shaking his head, Emmitt couldn’t help but feel disapproved, then he headed to the study to call Shawn for

lunch.

At the table. Delilah didn’t fuss over her eldest son, instead, she busied herself with serving her daughter. “Mira,

eat up. You've been holed up with your books so much; you're looking too thin,” Delilah said with concern.

Other kids were out shopping with friends during the holidays, but her daughter was buried in books round the

clock. At this rate, Delilah feared her child would turn into a real nerd.

When Emmitt heard Delilah’s comment about the strain of reading books, he shot her a peculiar glance.

Everyone read books related to high school courses. But what was his sister into?

This unconditional favoritism Delilah showed her daughter wasn’t something he was keen to praise.

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