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Chapter 324
As Mirabella’s words fell, the camera next to her immediately zoomed in on her.
She was tall and slender, clad in casual athletic wear, her nonchalant sleeve–rolling exuding a cool charm. Her ponytail cascaded over her shoulders in a carefree tumble, and the black mask hid most of her face, leaving only her deep eyes to sweep slowly over the camera before retreating.
That shot sent the live stream’s chat into overdrive.
[OMG, that girl is fierce. Those eyes are killer!]
[Did she just diss the idea of slaughtering a chicken? I swear I heard disdain.]
[LOL, Juztin’s getting the cold shoulder.]
Leo followed his sister, touching his nose self–consciously,
“Nope,” Mirabella said coolly, not even bothering to look up.
You ever butcher a chicken?”
The yard was large, and the show’s producers had provided only a few chickens. With the other guests chasing around, the whole place was a chaotic mess.
Mirabella pointed to two unclaimed chickens in the corner and tilted her head towards Leo. “Which one do you want?”
Leo’s eyelids twitched. “Uh… either is fine.” The main thing was catching one.
“Alright.” Mirabella nodded, her tone as light and breezy as if catching chickens was just a walk in the park for her.
[Ah, so fake. Just look at Hans and Gabriel over there. They wouldn’t dare talk like that. This is just for show.]
[Are you a hater or what? Can’t stand people like that.]
[Go, girl! It’s okay if you can’t catch one. Your brother will help with the dishes.]
Meanwhile, Wyatt was glued to his phone, watching the live stream of Mirabella and Leo’s channel. He frowned at some of the negative comments. “These fans don’t know squat. Ms. Mirabella’s hands are too precious for this. They think a chicken is worth her time?”
Sitting beside him, Curtis twitched his lip in distaste, casting a side glance at Wyatt. This guy was seriously too much, becoming Ms. Mirabella’s fanboy.
“I gotta back her up.” Wyatt hit the gift section as he spoke and spammed dozens of virtual. roses, quickly drowning out the negative comments.
Curtis glanced at Wyatt’s screen. “A few dozen roses, and you call that support?” The rose splurge was not even worth two hundred bucks. So much for being a superfan.
Wyatt touched his nose sheepishly. “I’m broke.”
11:22
Curtis. “Yeah right.”
James leaned back on the sofa, his phone resting on his knees. His eyes casually drifted, and his pale fingers tapped lightly on the screen.
“A hundred rockets? Where did this big spender come from?” Wyatt exclaimed.
A rocket was worth a fortune in virtual currency and a hundred of them… Wyatt instinctively looked over at James sitting across from him. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
James‘ serene face showed no emotion.
Maybe Wyatt was overthinking it, so he turned his attention back to his phone.
The mystery big spender’s rockets eclipsed the roses in an instant. The live stream was abuzz with the sudden influx of gifts, and Leo’s channel’s popularity soared.
Mirabella was oblivious to the commotion online, her gaze sweeping the yard before settling on a basket piled against the wall. She strode over, picked one up with one hand, and headed straight for the chicken she had her eye on.
Leo followed silently, watching his sister with the basket, not even approaching the chicken. Then, with a graceful arc. she tossed the basket into the air.
And then… Leo’s expression froze.