The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress
Chapter 62

Chapter 62 

In the quaint town of Riverdale, nestled within the confines of a research institute, a man just finished a omeling night of experiments. His hands reached for his phone, and a message from “The Pill” popped up, Jelling his groggy mind wide awake.  Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Education Association? 

He vaguely recalled it being some sort of organization that a bunch of bored intellectuals with too much time on their hands had built up together, claiming to make a difference in the world. 

He didn’t quite understand why the big shot was suddenly inquiring about this, but he swiftly typed out a response, [The Education Association is kinda like a talent incubator, scooping up hotshots for universities, Il you’re asking they’re a big deal.. well they’re alright, I guess. After all, it’s all about making a difference.) 

Mirabella read the message, with a light of realization dawning on her beautiful face before she replied with a leisurely “Thanks“. 

Well she thought it was something grand, but it turned out to be just a glorified pyramid scheme with a license to 

operate. 

[Do you have kids in school?] the man texted Mirabella. I’ve got a friend in the Association, on the board no less. If you ever need. I could help you! 

Mirabella held her phone, plunged into a profound silence, not replying for a long while. 

[Hello?] 

With a soft sigh, Mirabella finally wrote back: [hanks, but no need.] 

The man felt something off about her reply but then figured, of course, the big shot wouldn’t need it. After all, it was not Like they were a student, right? 

[By the way, there’s a big auction coming up at Riverdale’s underground market. I heard Lunar Lace will be on the block. Weren’t you looking for that? I’ve got an invite. If you fancy it, I can send you my pass.) 

Mirabella pondered for a moment before tapping out: [Thank you. Got school. Can’t make it.) 

The man, who had just picked up his cup for a drink, spat out his water in shock. 

School? No time? 

Was he hallucinating? Was the big shot not some ancient geezer? 

Perhaps it was due to the sour exchange with Mirabella that morning. Emmitt, who had planned to stay at home for a while, left within the day, with clear disappointment in his gaze as he looked at his sister. 

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Mirabella, unaffected, continued her routine studying in silence. It was the picture of calm and obedience, much to their mother Delilah’s chagrin. She really disapproved of her eldest son’s behavior. 

Worried about the growing tension between the siblings, Delilah simply ordered Emmitt not to come home for a while to keep the peace. 

In the afternoon, Delilah complained of a headache and decided to visit her favorite alternative medicine spot for a massage, only to be stopped by Mirabella. “Let me massage your head.” 

Delilah, massaging her temples, waved her off. “No need, sweetie. I’ll just pop over to the alternative medicine place. A Üttle rubdown and a couple of acupuncture needles should do the trick.” 

Mirabella frowned slightly, and her tone was serious. “You shouldn’t just let anyone massage or use your head with acupuncture for a headache. If they miss the right spot, it could make things worse.” 

Delilah paused, then laughed it off. “It’s okay, dear. I’ve been going to him for years. He’s skilled, so don’t worry.” 

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Mirabella stayed silent for a moment, then offered, “Why not try my technique? If you still feel bad afterward, you can visit him, deal?” 

Delilah, interpreting this as her daughter’s concern, agreed and settled into a nearby armchair. She figured she’d just reassure her daughter that the headache had subsided and then sneak off to the masseue when Mirabella wasn’t 

looking. 

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