The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 667

**Downstairs.**

"Mr. Hollings might be tied up right now."

The receptionist held the phone to her ear, waiting until the unmistakable tone of an unanswered call before she reluctantly hung up and apologized to Summer, who was standing nearby.

She recognized Summer, knowing her to be the boss's sister. However, with no appointment and company policy clear in her mind, she hadn’t dared to let her go up.

Summer's grip on her phone tightened. Even as she’d been dialing Emmitt’s number for the fifth or sixth time, with no response, she had anticipated this outcome. Yet, she clung to a sliver of hope, asking the receptionist to try the landline just in case.

Now... that last thread of hope had snapped. Summer’s laugh was tinged with self-mockery.

She had thought Emmitt might show a shred of compassion, but it was clear she had expected too much.

She was just Summer, after all. No matter how close they had been before, she likely didn’t hold a candle to his own flesh and blood.

Sensing Summer’s spirits flagging, the receptionist was about to offer some words of comfort when she noticed the boss's assistant stepping out of the elevator. She waved him over quickly.

"Mr. Wang."

Mr. Wang looked up, catching only a glimpse of Summer’s profile, not her face. He paused for a moment before approaching the desk. "What’s the issue?"

It was only when he drew closer that he recognized Summer, and his expression shifted to one of surprise.

He had just been discussing the Gilbert family upstairs, and now here she was... Mr. Wang was sharp, and considering the situation with Gilbert Corporation and the boss’s sudden change of mood in the office, he pieced together that the call must have been about the Gilberts.

"Uh, Mr. Hollings’s sister is here to see him. Is he available? I tried calling but there was no answer," the receptionist explained.

Summer’s eyes, weary and dim, met Mr. Wang’s. Her pale complexion only added to her forlorn appearance.

Mr. Wang felt an awkward twitch at his temple. He nodded to Summer before saying, "Mr. Hollings is at a business dinner, not in the office right now."

The receptionist, puzzled, chimed in, "Um, I’ve been downstairs the whole time and didn’t see Mr. Hollings leave..."