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

Chapter 184
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Chapter 184

As the tarp slowly peeled back, the bold Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament of a Rolls-Royce caught Mirabella’s

gaze, causing her hands to freeze mid-air and her expression to shift subtly.

It's a Rolls-Royce.

Mirabella looked up, her face a mask of utter bewilderment. “Dad,” she quipped, “did your quarterly bonus come

with a pot of gold or something?”

Shawn's face was the picture of nonchalance as he replied, “It's decent.” Noticing his daughter’s stunned look,

he cleared his throat and added, “Actually, this car isn’t that expensive, just... around a million or so.”

He remembered the last tthe company accountants had visited their home; Mirabella nearly mistook the

poor man for a debt collector. If he told her the car was worth ten million, it might just give her a heart attack. It

was best to let it slide.

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After all, his daughter was a bit of a bookworm. Her world revolved around studies and little else - cars were

certainly not her forte.

Mirabella sighed as she firmly pulled the rest of the tarp off the car. Instantly, the sleek and sophisticated yet

utterly cool lines of a Rolls-Royce Phantom stood before her, its noble presence undeniable.

Heh, a million-dollar Rolls-Royce Phantom. Who was her dad trying to kid?

“Are you sure this car ‘only’ cost a million?” she enunciated deliberately, biting down particularly hard on the

word “only.”

With the claim already out there, Shawn couldn't very well retract his statement. He coughed. slightly,

maintaining his composure with an effort he’d never mustered before. “Yes, my dear, don’t be fooled by its

flashy looks; it’s really not that pricey!”

Mirabella was at a loss. Oh, she couldn't believe this.

Shawn, avoiding his daughter's piercing gaze, glanced at his watch and hurriedly said, “We're running out of

time. Get in, and I'll drive you to school.”

With that, he quickly fetched the keys, unlocked the car, and settled himself in the driver's seat, his guilt almost

palpable.

With a light, almost mocking chuckle, Mirabella decided not to press further and got into the

car.

Twenty minutes later, Shawn dropped his daughter off at school. Since the vehicle was. anything but subtle,

Mirabella opted to hop out a good distance from the main entrance.

The Gilbert family’s car arrived around the stime, and their driver, catching sight of the Rolls-Royce

executing a U-turn ahead, couldn't help but comment, “A genuine imported

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Rolls-Royce. Whoever’s behind that wheel must be someone of note.

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Summer, engrossed in her smartphone, only looked up after the driver's words, but by then the Rolls-Royce had

already driven off, leaving her with nothing to see. However, Mirabella, strolling casually toward the school, was

very much within view.

Soon, the Gilberts’ car overtook Mirabella.

The memory of Aiden sending Summer's file to Mirabella soured her mood considerably. She peered out the

window and then instructed the driver to pull over.

As Mirabella approached, Summer rolled down the window and called out just as she passed by. “Mirabella.”

Mirabella halted at the sound of her name, glancing over with an air of cool disinterest. Her striking features set

in a lazy, challenging arch of her brow.

A flicker of envy passed through Summer's eyes as her fingers tightened and then relaxed on her knees, her

composure swiftly returning.

“Here's a piece of advice,” Summer said flatly. “Withdraw from the competition while you can, before the results

cout.”