Chapter 323
The implication was clear: her introversion made her wear a mask.
Hans could read between the lines, but he just chuckled and offered a greeting anyway, “Hey there, miss.”
Mirabella nodded at him. “Hello to you, too.” Her voice was a bit husky and low, with an alluring huskiness to it. Even with her mask on, her bright, glistening eyes were captivating.
Heather had brought along her cousin to the show. Typically, those who were brought to such events had either aspirations to break into showbiz or were already minor celebrities. Heather’s cousin lit up when she saw Leo, moving toward him with graceful poise to say hello. She seemed very approachable and sweet.
Meanwhile, Heather’s gaze landed on Mirabella, and with a flicker of curiosity, she asked, “Are you part of the industry too?”
“No,” replied Mirabella politely before lowering her gaze, not seeming too enthusiastic to engage further. Noticing this, Heather’s expression softened, and she didn’t probe any further.
The chat in the live stream was buzzing with comments.
[What’s with Juztin’s sister’s cold attitude? Doesn’t she realize who’s talking to her?]
[Seems a bit affected to me.)
[Compared to Juztin’s sister, Heather’s cousin seems pretty outgoing, greeting everyone. proactively.]
[Are you v
viewing this through tinted lenses? Didn’t you hear Juztin just say his sister is shy?]
[Juztin is cool and aloof, so what if his sister is a bit cold? That’s totally normal, right?]
[Haha, honestly, I dig this kind of quiet, cool–type chick.)
At ten o’clock sharp, the host came out with a megaphone in hand. “Let’s kick off today’s live stream with a chicken slaughter challenge!”
Then, he led everyone to the backyard, pointing to a pen with chickens all set for the task, “One chicken per team. Whichever team finishes first gets a feast for lunch.”
“And if we’re last?” Hans asked under his breath.
The host turned to him with a sly smile. “The losers get nothing but pickled veggies and plain bread, and they have to wash all the dishes for the entire crew.”
“That’s a bit harsh,” muttered Gabriel beside him.
“How is that harsh?” the host retorted flippantly before opening the wooden pen. “You have ten
minutes. The countdown starts now. Go!”
As the pen was opened, the chickens scattered in every direction. The whole yard became a
flurry of feathers and chaos, and everyone quickly got down to business.
Il can feel the wickedness from the production team.] ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
[I’m dying, ten minutes? I bet they won’t even catch a single chicken.]
[Even though the director’s setup is cliché, it’s still a hilarious scene.]
Leo watched the chickens scatter, then turned to his sister with a wistful sigh. “I’ll take care of all the dishes at lunch.”
[Pfft, is Juztin conceding defeat before even starting the battle?]
[Such a doting brother.]
[Looks like Juztin has decided to shoulder it all, hahaha.]
Mirabella was scrolling through the live comments on her phone. Hearing Leo’s voice, she pocketed the device, looked up with her sparkling eyes, raised an eyebrow, and said, “They’re just chickens.”
Leo opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Mirabella had already rolled up her sleeves with a calm determination.