The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 383

Craig tapped his nose thoughtfully. What kind of superstar had he signed?

Summer snapped back to reality, glanced at her agent, and then stood up briskly. "I'll give it a shot. My foster parents were decent to me back in the day."

Craig, though dubious, was relieved that the situation hadn't escalated to a nightmare scenario. "Alright then, off you go. I'll wait for your update. And hand over your Twitter login. I'll have someone draft an apology tweet."

At the mention of an apology tweet, Summer's eyelids drooped slightly as she murmured softly, "No need." Apologizing now would be futile, only making her seem more insincere to her followers.

Craig mulled it over and decided not to push the issue. "Fine, as you wish."

"I better get going."

Summer grabbed her mask and sunglasses, quickly disguising herself, and swiftly exited the office.

Craig watched her retreating figure, wondering if she was perhaps the quickest to crash and burn among all the talents he'd managed. Fame was fleeting, and now she was facing a backlash.

It was just one of those years, he sighed.

*

After a few more attempts and no sign of life, Summer concluded that the house was indeed empty.

She pulled out her phone, found Delilah's number, hesitated for a few seconds, and dialed. The call went through, but no one picked up, leaving her with the cold, mechanical voice of the voicemail service.

Summer hung up without leaving a message and leaned wearily against the wall, waiting. She waited until her feet went numb, but the Davis family didn't return, nor did Delilah call back.

As time went on, Summer's spirits plummeted, and those bitter thoughts began to creep back in. Then, the elevator chimed. Instinctively, she looked up.