The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 130

Colton chuckled, with a twinkle in his eye as he teased, “Don’t let me down now. I’m counting on you to make me proud.”

“Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll bring home a top spot for you,” Summer replied. Her voice was bubbling with high spirits. With the Education Association’s competition materials in her grasp, she’d definitely come up short against that Mirabella! A fiery determination flickered in Summer’s eyes.

“Alright, enough chit-chat. Scoot off to your room and hit the books,” Colton said with an impatient wave of his hand before his attention drifted back to the TV screen.

“Okay,” Summer murmured, spinning on her heel and heading for the staircase.

Once she was out of sight, Aiden, who had been slouched on the couch, propped himself up and frowned at Colton. “Dad, you’re not seriously sending Summer to get the test answers, are you?”

The whole thing about “materials” just screamed fishy to him.

Colton shot him a dismissive glance and said, “This is grown-up business.”

“Dad, do you even realize what you’re doing? It’s called cheating!” Aiden tossed the balled-up throw pillow from the sofa in frustration. Cheating was not the right way!

He remembered when Summer first came back, her grades were decent but nothing like they were now. Was his dad pulling strings all along?

Colton’s brow furrowed slightly. “What are you talking about? Don’t you review before a test? Don’t you buy study guides?”

“It’s not the same thing,” Aiden retorted, half amused, half annoyed.

Pressing his temples, Colton replied with a hint of resignation, “Let’s drop it. You should head to bed. School’s waiting tomorrow.”

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When Mirabella checked her messages the next morning, she couldn’t help but scoff at the pettiness of a little brat. After skimming through the texts, she shook her head, deleted them without a second thought, and got ready for her day.

While she was getting dressed in her school uniform, Mirabella’s thoughts drifted back to James and his troubled expression. Despite his refusal of her offer for Incense of Calm, she felt the need to repay the favor owed.

Crafting the incense wasn’t the tricky part; sourcing quality herbs was the challenge. Using common substitutes would certainly halve the effectiveness. After pondering for a moment, Mirabella dressed and stepped out of her room.

Over breakfast, she casually lifted her gaze to Shawn and inquired, “Dad, is there a place around here where I can find a good herbal market?”