NovelAppChapter 463 Hans watched Leo gazing at his sister with that unmistakable look of adoration and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Sibling bonds are really something, aren't they?” It was all too common for people to play up the picture-perfect family on screen for the sake of ratings, but how many of them actually shared this kind of rapport behind closed doors? With a soft smile that quickly retreated, Mirabella lowered her head again to glance at the stream of comments flowing on her live chat.
She had joined the livestream too late to witness the flood of virtual gifts, so now her screen was filled with a barrage of comments from viewers dying to see her face. Of course, she had missed the moment Heather was awkwardly cornered by the audience asking if she was feeling ‘awkward or something?‘ Soon after Hans had left, the curiosity from viewers who wanted a glimpse of the elusive sister spiked once again, expressing their disappointment. There was this thing about people. The more elusive something was, the more it piqued their interest. And so, the internet's curiosity about Mirabella had soared to new heights.
Then, as if on cue, the cameraman made a quiet return, camera in hand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMirabella logged out of the livestream and was about to put her phone away when a Messenger notification popped up. She hesitated for a moment before tapping on the message.
Adler: [This is you, isn't it? [Image]] The image was a screenshot from the livestream.
Pressing her fingers to her temples, Mirabella replied, [No, you've got it wrong.] Back at the Riverdale Research Institute, Adler, who was lounging in front of his computer, alternating between the livestream and his phone, saw Mirabella’s response. He scrutinized the livestream once more and shot back, [Con, no kidding, | know it’s you.] He snapped another photo from his computer screen and sent it her way.
Upon receiving the second photo, Mirabella looked up, only now realizing that the cameraman had returned to the room.
Touching his nose self-consciously, Adler sent another message. [You, joining this kind of cheesy show? That's not your style.] Mirabella typed back with an emotionless face. [You have a problem with that?] Adler could almost feel the impatience emanating through the screen as he typed back, [No... | mean...] Mirabella: “You reached out all of a sudden, got something to say?” Spot-on as always, the boss had guessed right.
After a moment's thought, Adler replied, [We'll talk after your livestream ends.] Seeing this, Mirabella sent a terse [Okay] and put her phone away.
Adler leaned back in his chair, his eyes landing on a data sheet lying on his desk. After a long moment, he picked it up, pulled open a drawer, and stashed it away.
The afternoon’s livestream ended amidst a series of contrived challenges set by the production team.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs everyone parted ways, the other guests exchanged farewells.
Heather, still reeling from the mocking she'd endured from the audience during the midday livestream, had been visibly out of sorts for the rest of the day. Watching Mirabella and Leo drive away, her expression turned stormy.
Her assistant, already holding the car door open, inquired softly, “Heather?” Smoothing her expression, Heather murmured and climbed into the vehicle.
As the car began to move, Heather turned to her assistant in the front seat. “Those accounts that were trollingat noon... have you found out who's behind them?” The assistant, ever vigilant of the livestream’s goings-on, replied, “Still no lead, but it feels like srival fanbase stirring up trouble on purpose.” Heather frowned at this. Initially, she had thought the same, but upon reflection, it didn’t add up.
If it had been rival fans looking to ruffle feathers, they surely wouldn't be foolish enough to spend that kind of money.
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