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

Grady’s lips curled into a cheeky grin as he declared. Let’s call it Heather is Shameless Squad

Those nearby snorted at his words. Wasn’t calling someone shameless basically an insult? Was the boss completely

misunderstanding the concept?

But then, “Ahern, sure, that works. I’ll change it right now his undering said, already editing has profile to swap out this

Ainigus 7 Heather is Shameless Squad 2‘

At the long conference table, the rest of the crew followed suit, updating their nicknames to match.

Pleased, Grady plopped back down into his chair and added, “Now, let’s flood her stream with giffs, make it rain, and

then bounce before Miss catches wind of it.”

“Roger that!”

“Got it!*

And just like that, the chat was dominated by a barrage of rockets from users all bearing the name Heather is Shameless Syd

Viewers who had just been idolizing Heather as a big spender were now dumbfounded by the sudden change. The wealthy patrons they had assumed were her loyal fans had turned the tables with nicknames that dissed her

[What’s with these big spenders and the name change? Aren’t they supposed to be Heather’s entourage? What’s going on here…]

[The vibe switched so fast, I’m still trying to catch up with this plot twist.]

[So, these big spenders… they aren’t really here for Heather?]

[Heather just said in her stream that these big spenders are from her squad, and now they’ve all changed their names]

[I knew it didn’t make sense for these big spenders to praise Heather. Just look at the meals she makes; none of them are even remotely appetizing. Now she’s been called out.] Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

[Today’s been a surreal day for sure. I’m dying to know who these guys really are.]

Meanwhile, Heather, blissfully unaware of the mockery unfolding in her stream, continued chatting with Hans.

Michelle, about to put her phone away to join dinner, paused mid–swipe when she saw the new round of gifts with the trollish usernames. A single troll targeting her cousin Heather was one thing she was a popular figure, after all, and haters came with the territory. But a whole squad with identical, numbered usernames? That was clearly a coordinated effort.

Stunned, Michelle realized that these people weren’t there to support her cousin. They had only changed their

usernames to mock Heather after she had mistakenly acknowledged them as her own wealthy patrons during the

livestream.

Michelle looked up at her cousin, who was still laughing and chatting with Hans, her grip on her phone tightening. She

wasn’t sure whether to break the news of the livestream’s turn of events.

Noticing Michelle’s strange expression, Heather turned and asked, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Michelle’s eyes flickered and she forced a strained smile, shaking her head, “It’s nothing, really.”

Sensing something was off, Heather furrowed her brows, about to probe further, when Hans interjected, “Heather, I’m

going to check on the other groups.”

Heather nodded politely, letting her gaze linger on Hans as he walked away. Then, turning back to Michelle, she said,

“Hand me your phone, sweetie. I want to see how the others are doing.”