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

As the mac was on, every word spoken by the group was broadcast live to the audience tuning in.

When Heather whered those words, it was as if she had announced to the world that these big spenders throwing money at the screen were all there for her. After all, she truly believed they were there to boost her profile. Among the guests, she was the only one deserving of such affuent followers. Mirabella didn’t even cross her mind. As for her own cousin, Heather knew all too well she wasn’t the magnet

for these

change, the chat room erupted

Holy smokes, are these whales diehard fans of Heather?]

falk about going big or going home. I just crunched the numbers, and they’ve dropped at least a couple million in tips.]

ve heard rumors that Heather hails from some mega–rich dynasty, but now it seems those tales are spot on.]

Umm… am I the only one who feels these whales aren’t from Heather’s camp?]

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the chat was a monochrome sea of praise for Heather, swiftly washing away the lone voice of

dissent

Basking in the glow of adoration from her online audience, Heather felt a rush of superiority that peaked at that moment. The attention the felt Mrabella and Leo stole in previous episodes was now, at last, hers to revel in. Heather was in high spirits.

Meanwhile, the shadowy big shot orchestrating the digital shower of gifts, known in the chat as “Miss‘ Minion,” picked up his phone and was taken aback to see that Heather had become the star of the chat room. He jumped to his feet, startling the dozen others seated around the conference table, nearly causing a cascade of dropped phones.

“What in the world is this Heather popping out of nowhere?” The Davis family’s stem overseer, Grady, in his forties and naturally emanating an intimidating aura, looked even more menacing. One of his subordinates coughed and, pointing at Heather on the stream, said, “It’s her”

Grady’s ability to disregard the rest was unmatched. He’d watched two episodes and still didn’t know the names of the other guests.

Catching sight of Heather’s face on his subordinate’s phone, Grady’s eyes filled with disdain. So, it was her.

This woman had tried to outshine Missy in the past episodes, only to be put in her place. Now, she had the audacity to claim that the gifts they sent were meant to prop her up.

Grady narrowed his eyes and commanded, “Change the nickname, now.”

“Do we really need to? Can’t we just blast her in the comments? With over twenty accounts, we can keep her face burning,” suggested a subordinate, not really wanting to part with the catchy ‘Miss‘ Minion.

Grady gave him a sidelong glance, “What era are you living in? Haven’t you heard that we should be civilized and have class? Insulting people is the lowest form of retaliation.”

His subordinate caught his breath, mulling it over. It did make sense. They were civilized people, after all, and should handle matters in a civilized way.

“Alright, so what do we change the nickname to?” he asked.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.