The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 185

Mirabella glanced at Summer with a smirk playing on her lips. A gentle breeze teased a strand of her hair across her face, which she casually blew aside. Her voice was languid with a hint of arrogance. "And who the hell do you think you are to command me like that?"

Her voice, a little husky, carried a natural haughtiness that somehow made even her coarsest words sound stylishly rebellious.

Summer's usually composed expression froze momentarily before a sardonic smile curled her lips. "Do you really think acing a few tests makes you something special?"

Mirabella's brows arched with insouciance. Deep down, she'd always wondered why the bona fide Gilbert family heiress was so persistent in seeking attention from her. Was this what it meant to return to a life of privilege, basking in parental adoration, with nothing better to do than play pretentious games?

Shaking her head in mild amusement, Mirabella withdrew her gaze, too indifferent to continue the conversation, and turned to continue her way toward the school gates.

Watching Mirabella's retreating figure, Summer's face darkened with disdain. She absolutely despised that superior air Mirabella wore like a second skin as if she were some kind of aristocrat. It was laughable, really, considering Mirabella had grown up in some backwater town. Did she truly see herself as such a big deal?

Summer rolled up the car window with an annoyed flick of her wrist and instructed the driver to leave.

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Inside the classroom, Mirabella noticed Jenna, who had made it to class that day. After taking her seat, she gently tapped Jenna on the shoulder.

Jenna had been in a daze since arriving at school, a stark contrast to her usual eagerness to greet Mirabella. Startled by the tap, Jenna finally snapped out of it.

"Queen Mira, you're here," Jenna murmured, her voice drained.

With a playful lift of her eyebrow, Mirabella coffeesed, "I can't have my friend falling behind, can I? What would that say about me as the top student in our grade?"

Jenna hummed in acknowledgment, clutching the notebook without further words. Time was of the essence in their senior year, and anyone who devoted their own study time to help a friend was a true ally.

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During the third period of the morning, French class was underway. The French teacher walked in, distributed a set of test papers, and then unexpectedly called Mirabella to the office.

Being summoned by the language arts teacher had become routine for Mirabella, but being called away by the French teacher, especially mid-lesson, was bewildering indeed.