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Hans glanced over at Mirabella with a playful smirk. “Don’t tellyou swiped the director's script when we
weren't looking?” Why else would she have made that quip about her gut feeling that things weren't going to be
too fancy when he had asked earlier?
Caught off-guard, Mirabella blinked in confusion before responding. “I’m broke. | can’t afford to bribe the
director.”
Hans let out a snort of laughter.
[No, she didn’t snag the director's script behind your backs. She's been sneakily reading the live comments.]
(Suddenly finding her so adorable.]
Hans cleared his throat and, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, said, “Young lady, tto dig into your lavish
lunch.”
[LOL, Hans is up to no good.]
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[Quick, take off the mask and chow down.]
Mirabella shot Hans a sidelong look, then stood up, grabbing a burger and a soda. “I think I'd rather go and slip a
thank-you card with a little something to the director.”
Mirabella didn’t wait for a response and started walking out of the yard.
The cameraman made to follow her but stopped when the director's voice cthrough his earpiece, instructing
him otherwise.
As soon as Mirabella stepped out, Collins approached her from where he had been waiting.
Mirabella turned off her headset. “Collins.”
“How's it going?” Collins asked with a smile, having also tuned into the live stream. He had noticed that
Mirabella was truly a gem, especially with her impressive coping skills.
Mirabella pulled down her mask for a moment to sip her drink and replied, “Not bad.” After a brief pause, she
inquired, “So, who is Heather exactly?”
She must have sclout to brazenly ask about Leo live on air, and both Hans and Gabriel seemed to treat her
with respect. A nobody couldn't pull that off, right?
Collins guessed why she was curious and answered, “Rumor has it she comes from a pretty influential family,
sbig clan or other. | don’t mingle much with them, so | haven't paid much attention.”
Mirabella nodded thoughtfully.
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“But you and Leo should probably give her a wide berth,” Collins added.
“Got it,” Mirabella responded coolly.
After her meal, Mirabella put her mask back on and returned to the yard.
The challenges the production team set in the afternoon proved even more tricky than the morning's tasks. By
the end of the day, everyone was thoroughly wiped out. The live recording wrapped up at five o'clock.
The first live session was a hit, with the popularity and buzz surpassing the director's
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expectations, especially regarding the enigmatic Mirabella who quickly beca highlight of the show.
Following the live stream, several entertainment networks reached out to Walker.
After the broadcast ended, Mirabella, Leo, and Collins headed back to Ashford. It was past nine when they
arrived home.
“I swear, my girl is a jack-of-all-trades. You absolutely killed it on the show!” Delilah gushed. sitting beside
Mirabella, massaging her hands while beaming with pride. She had been glued to the live stream all day and
even got her coworkers hooked on it. It was the weekend, after all, so no harm done.
Leo, feeling a tad overlooked, chimed in, “And what about me?”
Before Delilah could answer, Shawn jumped in with a disdainful snort. “What did you even do? Besides lounging
around and being dead weight, you were practically invisible. If | were you, I'd be too embarrassed to even ask.”
You could tell someone's standing in the family just by the tone of voice.
Leo, feeling the sting of those words, thought to himself, “So, the only real child in this house is my sister, huh?
The rest of us must be adopted.”
Heh, suddenly the idea of running away from hdidn’t seem so bad.
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