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

Chapter 150
It took every ounce of patience for Summer to make it to the last period of study
hall. She seized the opportunity to concoct an excuse about needing to return to
her artist camp for training. With a slightly hesitant request, she approached
Morgan for a leave of absence.
Morgan, who typically frowned upon students making a habit of ducking out early,
was nonetheless swayed by the noticeable uptick in Summer’s recent test scores
and granted her
the pass.
Stepping through the school gates, the day's accumulated pressure began to
dissipate. Summer slipped on her mask and sunglasses, blending into the crowd
as she paused at the curb. Her fingers danced over her phone, eventually
landing on a familiar number — Zach Davis. She hesitated for a moment before
hitting the call button. Zach, who was currently wrapped up in court proceedings,
had entrusted his phone to his assistant, a guardian of his privacy. The assistant
knew the significance of a call from a personal number and didn’t answer when
Summer's attempts came through.
After two unanswered calls, Summer didn’t bother trying again. A wry smile
played on her lips, hidden beneath her shades, as her eyes flashed with a
knowing darkness.
Had the years of comradery truly fallen short against the weight of blood ties?
Had it come to the point where even her calls went ignored? Mirabella really was
quite the force to be reckoned with.
With a cynical chuckle, Summer flagged down a taxi and rattled off an address.
Half an hour later...
“What brings you by out of the blue, Summer? Didn't you have class this
afternoon?” Emmitt dismissed his secretary and poured a glass of water for
Summer.
She accepted it with a nod of thanks. Her mask and sunglasses now rested on
the table as she spoke warmly. “The last period was just study hall, nothing too
pressing. I was hoping to catch lunch with Zach, but he wasn't picking up. Maybe
he’s tied up with something.”
There was a tinge of disappointment in her voice, which didn’t escape Emmitt's
notice. He glanced at his watch subtly before replying. “He’s probably busy.”
“It's been ages since we all got together. Why don’t you give Zach a ring later,
Emmitt?” Summer suggested softly, taking a sip from her glass.
Emmitt's thoughts drifted to something Zach had mentioned a few days ago.
After a brief pause, he replied, “He seems swamped these days. Let's not bother
him for now. We can plan something when he’s less occupied.”
A faint tension gripped Summer's hand around the glass, but she casually set it
down. “Sure, that works too.” After a pause, she added, “I just don’t want Zach to
get the wrong idea.
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“What do you mean?” Emmitt's brow furrowed, not quite catching her drift.
Summer bit her lip, her voice dropping to a whisper, “After the incident last time,
Mira's been avoiding me. And now Zach isn’t answering my calls... I can’t help
but worry he might be
getting the wrong impression.”
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Emmitt's expression grew more
concerned as he listened, taking a
while before responding in at
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Summer's face momentarily stiffened, then relaxed, “Well, that's a relief.”
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I've got some things to wrap up.
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Silence enveloped the office, leaving
Summer sitting there, lost in thought.
Watching Emmitt pore over his
documents, she felt an unfamiliar
awkwardness, a void where
conversation used to be. It was as if
today marked some peculiar
occasion, a day where everything and
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Summer was growing weary of this uneasy sense of losing grip on the world
around her.