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

Chapter 342

Chapter 342

When the final bell rang at Parkside High School, it was Shawn behind the wheel of a shiny new car, waiting outside the school. The sleek vehicle was hard to miss, and it wasn’t long before it caught the envious glances of passing students.

Inside the car, Shawn grew restless. Boredom got the better of him, so he stepped out to pace the sidewalk. His gaze frequently darted toward the school’s main entrance.

Mirabella had been held up by a last–minute visit to her homeroom teacher’s office, so she was a little behind schedule.

Meanwhile, Summer, with practice on her schedule, had been one of the first to leave the building. Her personal car was nowhere in sight, so she slipped on her sunglasses and sauntered toward the curb. She had barely taken a few steps when she caught sight of Shawn not too far away. Her stride faltered momentarily. novelbin

Ever since Mirabella came back, Summer hadn’t sought out her former foster parents. Their coldness during the airport reunion, when she had brought Mirabella home, left a sour taste in her mouth.

She had half–expected the occasional phone call from her foster parents, but silence reigned instead. To them, it seemed she had never existed.

Inhaling deeply, Summer tried to quell the growing irritation within. Readjusting her sunglasses as if nothing was amiss, she pretended not to notice Shawn and continued walking.

Despite everything, a part of her still hoped her foster father would see her and approach. But that hope lingered and faded, until her assistant’s voice broke through her reverie.

“Summer, ready to go?” The assistant had stepped out of the car to open the door for her.

Summer’s grip on her designer handbag tightened, a clear sign of her agitation. She glanced at her assistant and then back at Shawn, who seemed to be pacing obliviously. The spark of anger within her was hard to ignore.

“Just a minute. I’m waiting for someone,” she told her assistant. Her tone was edged with impatience – a contrast to the gentle image she usually projected. Her assistant gave her a surprised look. Clearly, appearances could be deceiving.

As the assistant waited patiently to one side, Summer stood her ground. Finally, she saw Mirabella emerge, even catching her eye.

Summer sneered. Even this country bumpkin had noticed her. She refused to believe Shawn hadn’t seen her. The coldness of her foster parents seemed to surpass that of her own power–hungry biological parents.

Mirabella had by now reached Shawn’s side and called out to him. “You’re a bit late today.” Shawn commented casually as he opened the passenger door for his daughter.

“Just a few minutes teacher wanted a word,” Mirabella replied lightly before getting into the





Shawn walked around to the driver’s side, opened the door, and settled into his seat. As he started the engine and looked up, his eyes finally landed on Summer and her car, ie paIMAA for a moment, taken

aback, but quickly averted his gaze, started the car, and drove aVAY:

Summer watched Shawn’s car disappear into the distance. The sight of the vehicle’s emblem eroded her composure. The facade cracked, and the rawness of rejection she felt was

Impossible to ignore any longer.

Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.