Chapter 462
Michelle hesitated, her fingers hovering over the screen of her IPhone.
Heather caught the flicker of unease on her cousin’s face, and after a brief moment of contemplation, she pulled out her own phone from the depths of her trench coat. She swiftly opened the livestreaming app.
The reality show ‘Country Comfort‘ was a hit, and the app’s main page featured it prominently–no need for a search.
As Heather entered the live room, a barrage of rocket emojis and flashy virtual gifts filled the chat. A smirk played on her lips as she lifted her gaze, ready to thank her viewers in front of the camera, but then, as if a delayed realization hit her, her eyes fell once more.
These nicknames, these… were they mocking her? Weren’t these people here to support her?
Heather’s face paled. Her hand trembled, almost dropping the phone as she read one mocking comment after another-[Is Heather feeling awkward yet?]
Just a minute ago, they adored her. How did the chat turn into this?
Gripping her phone tightly, Heather composed herself. The camera was still rolling. She took a deep, silent breath and stowed her phone away. As if she hadn’t seen a single comment, Heather maintained her smile. She didn’t bother explaining, simply suggesting to Michelle that they start on dinner. After all, she was an acclaimed actress; keeping cool under pressure was part of the job.
Michelle glanced at her cousin, then quietly took her seat at the small dining table.
Their enthusiasm had vanished, and they picked at their food listlessly. It was a good thing Hans had left. Their embarrassment would have only deepened.
Meanwhile, Hans had moved on from Heather and Michelle to join Gabriel’s group. After a quick look around, he headed for the sibling duo, Leo and his sister. The cameraman followed closely behind. From a distance, Hans saw the siblings sitting with their backs to the door, already eating, and without a camera crew in sight.
Sneakily, Hans looked into the camera with a mischievous grin and whispered into his lapel mic, “Folks at home, do you want to see the sister’s face?”
The chat instantly flooded with eager affirmations.
Stealthily, Hans crept into the small kitchen where Mirabella and her brother were dining. He was about to surprise them when Mirabella turned around.
Seeing Juztin’s sister still masked, Hans‘ expression turned playfully suspicious. “I have a feeling she knew we were coming,” he
mumbled into the mic.
Mirabella raised an eyebrow and waved her phone in the air.
Realization dawned on Hans. “Ah, the cat’s of the bag,” he said. She must have heard his earlier announcement in the livestream.
Embarrassed but curious, Hans approached and asked, “So, what have you two been up to-” He paused, noticing the empty dishes, and couldn’t hide his astonishment. “You’ve finished eating already?”
The pace seemed almost too fast,
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Leo set down his chopsticks, his handsome face beaming with pride. “My sister is a decathlete of dining.”
Impressed, Hans let out a whistle. “The world owes me a sister like that.”
Leo tilted his chin up, a glint of brotherly pride in his eyes. “My sister’s one of a kind.”
The sibling–bragging contest had begun, and Leo’s eyes shone with pride.
