“Jealous of you?” Summer scoffed, looking at the woman before her. “Do you think that by shedding your old skin and assuming a new identity, I wouldn’t know about your past? You’re feeling quite superior now, aren’t you? You may fool everyone else, but not me. You will never be Josie.”
Heather’s fingers clenched tightly. She had been struck where it hurt, causing her entire body to tremble.
Summer admired her audacity. “Tell me, what would happen if I were to reveal to everyone right now that you’re an imposter, that you’re not Liana at all?”
As she spoke, she couldn’t help but imagine the scene in her mind, and it made her burst into laughter.
Heather was infuriated. She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and hurled it at Summer. “Lunatic…”
“I’m already addicted to drugs, and Arnold is nowhere to be found. If it comes to it, we’ll all die together. I don’t mind.”
Heather’s mind was racing. Summer had been addicted to drugs, so she was capable of anything.
She stared at Summer with an eerie gaze. “Well, go ahead and tell them. Tell Dexter, Claudia, and Mark right now that I’m a fraud, that you and Arnold orchestrated this whole charade. You can also tell them how you’ve been helping me gain their trust. Go on. I’m curious to see how they’ll react to you.”
They were in the same boat; if one person drowned, it was inevitable that they would all be dragged down together.
Summer never expected Heather to become so sharp-tongued now, considering there was a time when she didn’t even dare to speak.
She shook her head in disbelief. “You’ve really changed.”
“I was forced,” Heather swiftly replied, gripping Summer’s wrist. “I’ll have you know. Arnold is currently hiding in Rivodia. As long as we’re not at our wit’s end, the plan can still proceed. Of course, if you wish for us all to die together, I wouldn’t mind.”
Her confidence made Summer narrow her eyes. “Arnold is in Rivodia? How do you know that?”
“There’s no mistake in what Dexter himself said.”
Summer’s eyes narrowed further as she scrutinized the changes in Heather’s expression.
Heather pushed her away. “I’ll say it again. If you’re jealous of what I have that you don’t, there’s no need. Regretting the path you chose yourself is simply ridiculous, isn’t it?”
Summer took a few steps back, wanting to laugh but finding herself unable to. To her surprise, she found herself at the mercy of this young girl.
After a lengthy stalemate, Summer straightened her body. “Heather, you haven’t fallen in love with Dexter, have you?”
After hearing many people call her Ms. Liana Olsen, Heather felt a wave of embarrassment upon hearing this long-forgotten name.
“My name is not Heather. Heather is a name you gave me to make them doubt more that I am Liana. My name is Rachel Strauss.”
Summer let out a chuckle. “I’m asking you a question.”
Heather promptly returned to her original spot, picking up her makeup brush to touch up her face, her back turned toward Summer.
“Summer, let me give you a piece of advice. Some people, if they’re not meant to be yours, they simply won’t be. Your relentless pursuit of Dexter, coupled with your attempts to draw his attention through business confrontations, what’s the point? At this stage, he won’t spare you another glance, Don’t let your possessiveness get the better of you.”
“Damn you…”
“I’ve lived through days of poverty and fear. All I want is to climb higher. Love isn’t important to me. Rest assured.” Heather’s eyelashes fluttered.
Summer took several deep breaths, struggling to keep her rage in check. She glared at the woman in the mirror, her teeth gritted. “You better not.”
Having said that, she turned around, opened the door, and left. Unknown to them, a person was hiding in the corner at the end of the corridor.
