Chapter 9


    “Is that Summer?”


    “OMG, I can’t believe I’m bumping into my idol at the airport in the middle of the night. This is like, the


    best moment.


    ever!”


    “Summer is so gorgeous in real life, and she seems super sweet too.”


    “Could we get an autograph, please, Summer?”


    The gaggle of teenage girls surrounding Summer were anything but discreet with their booming voices,


    quickly drawing the attention of other travelers in the airport. Many paused to look in their direction, and


    both Mirabe and Emmitt turned to watch the scene unfold.


    Summer seemed taken aback at first as if she hadn’t expected to encounter fans here, but then she


    composed herself, her lips curving into a shy smile as she greeted them softly, not refusing their


    requests for photos. However, her gaze kept flickering, almost imperceptibly, towards Mirabe.


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    “Summer’s been a natural at dancing and singing since she was a kid,” Emmitt began to exin to


    Mirabe, his eyes on Summer amid the crowd. “She recently joined a girl group, and her agency has


    high hopes for her. They got her onto one of those talent shows that’s pretty hot online. Those girls are


    probably her fans.”


    Mirabe didn’t seem envious in the slightest, simply responding with a nonchnt “Hmm” before


    feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. She withdrew it to check the message.


    Y: [Boss, I need help ASAP!!


    Mirabe massaged her temples, visibly annoyed, and shot back a single word. [Scram.]


    Y: [You can’t just leave me hanging, boss.]


    A trace oficy amusement tugged at Mirabe’s lips as her slender fingers tapped a curt reply on the


    screen: [Sort it out yourself.] After sending the message, she promptly dumped the contact into her


    block list.


    After typing out a lengthy plea and hitting send, ‘Y‘ was greeted with a cold: [Message failed to send


    because the recipient has blocked you.]


    Meanwhile, as Mirabe had been engrossed in her messaging. Summer finished posing with the


    group of girls and approached. The girls, reluctant to part ways with their idol, trailed behind her, two of


    them still recording with their phones.


    Mirabe pocketed her phone and looked up just in time to catch the two girls still filming. She


    narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and smoothly pulled out a ck face mask to slip on.


    Seeing Mirabe suddenly donning the mask, Summer seemed puzzled but then appeared to sigh of


    relief, perhaps remembering something. The Davis family was known for their striking good looks. She


    didn’t really want her fans capturing Mirabe’s face on camera.


    After a brief pause, Summer spoke softly, “Sorry about that. I didn’t expect to run into fans at the airport


    and hold things up.” Her tone suggested an apology, but the tilt of her chin betrayed a hint of showing


    off in front of Mirabe.


    Mirabe’s eyes were cool and detached as she nced at Summer before looking away, her


    demeanor nonchnt.


    “It’s fine, let’s go.” Emmitt said.


    Emmitt’s car was rather modest, a sedan in the mid–range price bracket, not a luxury model, but not a


    beater either. It was clear he wasn’t the sort to idle his days away with nothing to do as rumors


    suggested.


    After loading the luggage into the trunk, Emmitt nced at his watch, then turned to Summer, who was


    standing nearby, and asked, “How did you get here. Summer?”


    Summer looked at Mirabe, her eyes flicking back and forth, before she replied, “The family driver


    dropped me off.”


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    Emmitt was about to say something when Summer stepped forward and looped her arm through his.


    Her voice tinged with a yful whine. “Emmitt, can I talk to you about something?”


    Chapter 10