Chapter 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.


    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 momentter, Leo handed the phone


    back to Collins, who ced 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


    themercial?”


    “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 some rest when you get back, you’ve got an episode of ‘Country Comfort‘ to shoot the day after


    tomorrow,” Collins added,ying out the next couple of days‘ itinerary.


    “Mhm.”


    When Mirabe 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.


    Mirabe 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


    Mirabe’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?”


    Mirabe nced at Donaldzily, 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. Mirabe 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.


    Next door, James received the baffling text. Had Grandpa Donald lost his mind?!


    After Mirabe returned downstairs, shedled 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 cab, ascended the stairs


    once more.


    Back in the room, she ced the fresh soup on the nightstand without a word to Donald.


    Donald seemed to have grown ustomed to her silence and continued eating. However, he caught a


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