As Mirabe’s words fell, the camera next to her immediately zoomed in on her.


    She was tall and slender, d in casual athletic wear, her nonchnt sleeve–rolling exuding a cool charm. Her ponytail cascaded over her shoulders in a carefree tumble, and the ck mask hid most of her face, leaving only her deep eyes to sweep slowly over the camera before retreating.


    That shot sent the live stream’s chat into overdrive.


    [OMG, that girl is fierce. Those eyes are killer!]


    [Did she just diss the idea of ughtering a chicken? I swear I heard disdain.]


    [LOL, Juztin’s getting the cold shoulder.<b>] </b>


    Leo followed his sister, touching his nose self–consciously,


    “Nope,” Mirabe said coolly, not even bothering to look up.


    You ever butcher a chicken?”


    The yard wasrge, and the show’s producers had provided only a few chickens. With the other guests chasing around, the whole ce was a chaotic mess.


    Mirabe pointed to two unimed chickens in the corner and tilted her head towards Leo. “Which one do you want?”


    Leo’s eyelids twitched. “Uh… either is fine.” The main thing was catching one.


    “Alright.” Mirabe nodded, her tone as light and breezy as if catching chickens was just a walk in the park for her.


    [Ah, so fake. Just look at Hans and Gabriel over there. They wouldn’t dare talk like that. This is just for show.]


    [Are you a hater or what? Can’t stand people like that.]


    [Go, girl! It’s okay if you can’t catch one. Your brother will help with the dishes.]


    Meanwhile, Wyatt was glued to his phone, watching the live stream of Mirabe and Leo’s channel. He frowned at some of the negativements. “These fans don’t know squat. Ms. Mirabe’s hands are too precious for this. They think a chicken is worth her time?”


    Sitting beside him, Curtis twitched his lip in distaste, casting a side nce at Wyatt. This guy was seriously too much, bing Ms. Mirabe’s fanboy.


    “I gotta back her up.” Wyatt hit the gift section as he spoke and spammed dozens of virtual. roses, quickly drowning out the negativements.


    Curtis nced at Wyatt’s screen. “A few dozen roses, and you call that support?” The rose splurge was not even worth two hundred bucks. So much for being a superfan.


    Wyatt touched his nose sheepishly. “I’m broke.”


    11:22


    Curtis. “Yeah right<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    James leaned back on the sofa, his phone resting on his knees. His eyes casually drifted, and his pale fingers tapped lightly on the screen.


    “A hundred rockets? Where did this big spendere from?” Wyatt eximed.


    A rocket was worth a fortune in virtual currency and a hundred of them… Wyatt instinctively looked over at James sitting across from him.


    James‘ serene face showed no emotion.


    Maybe Wyatt was overthinking it, so he turned his attention back to his phone.


    The mystery big spender’s rockets eclipsed the roses in an instant. The live stream was abuzz with the sudden influx of gifts, and Leo’s channel’s poprity soared.


    Mirabe was oblivious to themotion online, her gaze sweeping the yard before settling on a basket piled against the wall. She strode over<b>, </b>picked one up with one hand, and headed straight for the chicken she had her eye on.


    Leo followed silently, watching his sister with the basket, not even approaching the chicken. Then, with a graceful arc. she tossed the basket into the air.


    And then… Leo’s expression froze.