The Double (or more?) Life of the Fake Heiress novel Chapter 9

"Is that Summer?"

"OMG, I can't believe I'm bumping into my idol at the airport in the middle of the night. This is like, the best moment ever!"

"Summer is so gorgeous in real life, and she seems super sweet too."

"Could we get an autograph, please, Summer?"

The gaggle of teenage girls surrounding Summer were anything but discreet with their booming voices, quickly drawing the attention of other travelers in the airport. Many paused to look in their direction, and both Mirabella and Emmitt turned to watch the scene unfold.

Summer seemed taken aback at first as if she hadn't expected to encounter fans here, but then she composed herself, her lips curving into a shy smile as she greeted them softly, not refusing their requests for photos. However, her gaze kept flickering, almost imperceptibly, towards Mirabella.

"Summer's been a natural at dancing and singing since she was a kid," Emmitt began to explain to Mirabella, his eyes on Summer amid the crowd. "She recently joined a girl group, and her agency has high hopes for her. They got her onto one of those talent shows that's pretty hot online. Those girls are probably her fans."

Mirabella didn't seem envious in the slightest, simply responding with a nonchalant "Hmm" before feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. She withdrew it to check the message.

Y: [Boss, I need help ASAP!]

Mirabella massaged her temples, visibly annoyed, and shot back a single word. [Scram.]

Y: [You can't just leave me hanging, boss.]

A trace of icy amusement tugged at Mirabella's lips as her slender fingers tapped a curt reply on the screen: [Sort it out yourself.] After sending the message, she promptly dumped the contact into her block list.