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    Titled “Real and Fake Heiresses Face Off at the Scene!” the post included a caption: “Caught a face-off between two G-surnamed protagonists at a fashion event. A big joke! It was unbelievable!”


    The blogger had uploaded a daring video, showcasing Demi’s violin performance in the first half and Ellie’s banjo ying in the second. The video cleverly hid their faces, focusing only on their hands.


    “A certified Level 9 violinist here, and I have to say, the violin y wasckluster. Poor technique, no emotion, and several mistakes. It wouldn’t pass a professional exam.”


    “I was at the event tonight. The violinist is DG, and the banjo yer is EG. Just so you know.”


    “Can’t stopughing. DG’s violin skills are even worse than EG’s back in high school. How did she muster the courage to challenge EG?”


    “Who are these G-surname heiresses everyone is talking about? Who are they? Oh! What important gossip have I missed out on?”


    “This is high society gossip. If you’re out of the loop, just enjoy the show.”


    “Wow, the girl ying the banjo has such elegant hands! Her technique is incredible! Fast and mesmerizing! I am dying!”


    “Take a deep breath… I’ll tell you the truth. That banjo yer’s allure isn’t limited to her hands!”


    “Even though the ‘fake’ heiress’s background is unclear, she outshines the ‘real’ one. And isn’t the real one supposed to be an idol?”


    “I heard DG took a ne EG gifted someone else. Has she never seen luxury before?”


    The forum buzzed with users curious about the identities behind ‘DG’ and ‘EG’, with some astute members specting that ‘DG’ might be Demi Gordon.


    Demi was dismayed to find that several affluent heirs she followed on Twitter were ridiculing herpetition with Ellie!


    Her intention had been to humiliate Ellie, but instead, she had be the subject of widespread mockery.


    She had dreamed of returning to the Gordon family to enjoy the elite lifestyle she had always craved. However, Ellie’s presence had continually prevented her from fully integrating into this circle.


    “That bitch!” Demi huffed.


    In a fit of rage, she swept a table of skincare products onto the floor, scattering ss everywhere.


    Her reflection in the mirror, twisted with fury, resembled a spiteful spirit, her eyes brimming with jealousy and hate.


    In the living room, Houston had just ended a call with Jerome. He sat, smoking and brooding, his expression troubled.


    “What’s wrong? What happened?” Litzy inquired, worried.


    Houston exhaled deeply. “I’m wondering if I made a mistake back then.”


    Litzy, puzzled, asked, “What mistake?”


    Since the previous night, Houston had heard nothing but praise for Ellie, much to his initial annoyance.


    She was overshadowing his own daughter, Demi. But Jerome’s words had struck a chord…


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