GoodReadChapter 425 Leo grabbed his phone, thumbing through the chat history with a sense of unease. The message [Don’t worry, he doesn’t have the right to refuse] sent a chill down his spine. That menacing vibe... No way his sister would talk like that.
This couldn't be her messaging on Messenger. His sister was never this aggressive.
With an involuntary flick of his finger, Leo scrolled up through more messages and realized Collins had been chatting with his sister way too often. Even though their conversations were brief, they rubbed him the wrong way. His sister rarely ever chatted with him on Messenger.
Leo grimaced, lifted his gaze, and eyed Collins. “You've been in touch with my sister a lot, huh?” “Huh?” Collins seemed confused by his question.
“Never mind.” Leo's eyes returned to the phone screen.
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His fingers tapped swiftly, navigating to his sister's contact page. He hit a button in the top right corner and, in the pop-up that appeared, checked ‘Add to block list. A moment later, Leo handed the phone back to Collins, who placed it casually on the nearby table without checking it again.
Leo picked up his fork and resumed eating. Between bites, he casually asked, “When are we shooting the commercial?” “Next week, we're set to sign the contract; we'll schedule the shoot after that,” replied Collins.
“Alright, got it,” Leo responded lightly.
“Once we wrap the music video tomorrow, we're heading back to Ashford. Your flight's already booked. Take srest when you get back, you've got an episode of ‘Country Comfort to shoot the day after tomorrow,” Collins added, laying out the next couple of days" itinerary.
“Mhm.” When Mirabella was messaging Collins, Donald, who had been feigning sleep, couldn't keep up the act any longer. He opened his eyes, filled with a silent reproach.
Just a couple more calls for attention. Would that kill her? Seriously.
Mirabella chose to ignore his gaze, her attention locked on her phone, exuding a carefree and rebellious air.
Donald's stomach growled from a day of scarce eating. Despite being peeved at Mirabella’s icy demeanor, he reached for the bowl of soup on the nightstand and started to eat After finishing the soup, Donald set the bowl down with a huff and called out, “I'm still hungry. Got any more?” Mirabella glanced at Donald lazily, wordlessly stood up, pocketed her phone, and took the bowl to get more soup.
Donald took a deep breath. Even in his younger days, he'd never been so audacious. Mirabella was really... It was better not to think about it. It only aggravated him more.
So, Donald pulled out his phone from under the pillow, held down the power button, and as soon as it booted up, he sent a text out. [Blind as a bat!] The Message was sent, and he swiftly turned the device off again.
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Next door, James received the baffling text. Had Grandpa Donald lost his mind?!
After Mirabella returned downstairs, she ladled another bowl of steaming soup.As she was about to head back up a thought struck her, and she turned to walk back to the living
then room. She pulled out an incense stick and a small burner from the cabinet ascended the stairs once ore. Back in the room, she placed the fresh soup on the nightstand without a word to Donald.
Donald seemed to have grown accustomed to her silence and continued eating.However he caught a glimpse of the incense burner and stick in her hand.
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