Chapter 459


    Michelle clicked into the livestream and was astounded by the sheer number of gifts flooding the


    screen.


    Dozens of ounts were firing off rockets in rapid session, millions being spent in a disy of


    extravagant support. The grandeur was undeniable


    Curious, Michelle zeroed in on the usernames of those splurging on gifts, all prefixed with “Miss‘


    Minions.”


    She nced up at her cousin Heather, who was the beneficiary of thisvish patronage. Her friends‘


    generosity was astounding. Though the Pledger family was well–established nobility, with millions


    being a drop in their opulent bucket, Heather’s presence on this reality show had certainly cemented


    her as a darling of the affluent elite.


    Next to them, Hans had just finished cooking and decided to pop over to see how others were faring.


    He raised his eyebrows at the two dishes on the table. They weren’t visually stunning, but there was a


    clear improvement from previous attempts.


    Heather, spotting Hans, couldn’t help but ask with a smile, “Did you wrap up your cooking session


    already?”


    Hans nodded. “Just finished. I thought I’d see what culinary creations everyone else hase up with.”


    With a yful eyebrow quirk, Heather casually inquired, “Are the other groups done as well?”


    “Haha, I just got here. Haven’t had the chance to check on the siblings yet,” Hans chuckled.


    “Well, I’m honored you chose to visit us first,” Heather joked. Her eyes then drifted to her cousin


    Michelle, who seemed lost in thought with her phone in hand. “Michelle, you can probably see what the


    other groups have made on the livestream, right?”


    Snapping back to reality, Michelle nodded and then shook her head.


    “What’s with the head nodding and shaking?” Heather asked with a hint of confusion. Even Hans


    turned his gaze towards Michelle.


    Michelle walked up to Heather, reopened her phone screen, and handed it over for her to see.


    “I wanted to check out the other groups‘ dishes too, but right now, the gifts are taking over the screen,”


    Michelle said with a shrug of resignation.


    Heather caught sight of the gift–givers‘ usernames, that familiar “Miss‘ Minions” crowd, and noticed the


    comments below praising the culinary efforts. She nced again at the two dishes on their table, which


    were indeed far better than the previous episode’s.


    Her lips curled into a knowing smile. She wondered who had arranged this grand gesture of support for


    her.


    Hans, peering over, caught a glimpse of the gifts streaking across the screen and joked with a hint of


    envy, “I wonder whose deep–pocketed benefactor that could be. They’re loaded!”


    Michelle looked at Hans, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle, and teased, “Hans, do you really need to


    guess? There are only a few female guests. Who do you think it could be?”


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    Hans, now paying attention to the usernames, crossed his arms and stroked his chin thoughtfully.


    The sibling duo’s sister didn’t seem the type. Those two appeared modest and unlikely to orchestrate


    such avish disy in the livestream.


    It stood to reason that the magnate must’ve been from Heather’s group. With Michelle always in


    Heather’s corner and Heather hailing from a reputedly powerful family, it was clear that the show of


    support was orchestrated for Heather.


    Once he pieced it all together, Hans turned to Heather and eximed with a sigh, “Heather, would your


    circle of magnates be missing a leg hanger essory by any chance?”


    Heather coughed modestly and replied, “You tter me, Hans. It’s just friendsing through to boost


    the atmosphere, adding a little buzz to the livestream.”