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

Mitabella eyed Collins with a quizzical expression etched on her delicate features. “What

ad?

Collins was taken aback by her ignorance and let out an “Ah‘ before explaining, “Didn’t your brother mention it? A sports brand wants both of you for a commercial. You don’t even have to show your face, and they’re offering a pretty penny for it.”

The only thing Mirabella caught was the phrase, ‘They’re offering a pretty penny.’ After a brief silence, she probed, “How much are we talking?”

Collins gestured with his hand, a five.

Half a mil? Could she just stand in front of a camera, face hidden, and earn half a mil?

Suddenly, Mirabella realized how lucrative showbiz could be. Snapping back to reality, she remembered Collins‘ earlier words, “So, the ad got turned down?”

Collins nodded, “Your brother said you wouldn’t be interested and it would be too much of a hassle, and he declined.” Shaking his head with a sigh, he added, “Five million in ad money, gone. Talk about capricious.”

Five million!

Mirabella felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. Knife, please? She was ready to sever all ties of kinship right then and there!

“Mirabella, I’ve gotta head out. I got a flight to catch. You should get back to campus,” Collins waved at Mirabella and started to walk away.

Watching his retreating figure, she was consumed by one thought, Her five million couldn’t just disappear into thin air!

“Collins, wait,” she called out.

Collins paused and looked back at Mirabella. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Is there any way to get the ad deal back on the table?” Mirabella asked with a dead–serious face.

Collins was momentarily taken aback but quickly got the gist. “You want to take the gig?”

“Absolutely!” she nodded firmly.

“I’ll talk to the brand and see what I can do. I’ll let you know, okay?”

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“Thanks, Collins.”

“No problem. I’m off then.”

“Sure.”

10:28

Mirabella watched Collins disappear before turning on her heel and striding lightly back Into the school, her mood significantly brighter than before.

As she entered the campus, she hadn’t walked far when an elderly figure, hair silvered with age and leaning on a cane, shuffled towards her.

Mirabella spared the old man a glance, then, as they drew closer, politely stepped aside to let him pass first.

The old man’s movements were painfully slow, and just as he was passing by Mirabella, he suddenly lurched towards her.

Mirabella’s eyes narrowed, and the words ‘con artist‘ flashed through her mind. She thought to of stepping back, but noticing his hunched and hobbling figure, she still reached out to steady him.

“Old man, just so you know, I’m just a student. I don’t have money,” Mirabella stated sternly.

Her message was clear. She was the wrong target for his scam. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

The old man had been contemplating a con, but now… he felt oddly compelled to go through with it. Thus, his cane clattered to the ground, and he let his body lean heavily towards Mirabella. “Ouch, my dear, you’ve bumped into me!”

“My chest hurts, and I’m feeling dizzy. Oh no, I think my high blood pressure and heart disease have flared up because of you..”