Chapter <b>403 </b>
The next <b>day</b><b>. </b>
Mirabe, clutching the box Shawn had given her the night before, arrived at school and ced it directly <b>on </b><b>Jenna’s </b>desk.
Jenna nced at the wooden box, her bright eyes clouded with confusion. She turned her <b>head </b><b>and </b>fixed <b>her </b>gaze on Mirabe. <b>“</b>Queen Mira, what’s this?”
Mirabe set her bag down beside the <b>box </b>and replied in an unhurried tone, “This is my dad’s return gift for your <b>dad</b>. It’s for that painting you gave mest time<b>.</b>”
Jenna touched the tip of her nose, took the box, and upon opening it, found a pen that looked quite ancient. Although she wasn’t much into antiques, she could tell it must be valuable.
After closing the lid, Jenna pushed the box back, saying earnestly, “No need for a return gift. You take this back.”
Mirabe raised an eyebrow, her pale fingers tapping lightly on the desktop. “Taking it back would mean tossing it in the trash. Are you sure?”
Jenna’s lips twitched when she realized Mirabe wasn’t joking; she reluctantly took the <b>box </b>back, muttering. “Rich people, always so capricious!”
Mirabe just smiled without a word.
After Jenna put the box away, she seemed to remember something and whispered, “Queen Mira, I have a small favor to ask.”
Mirabe tilted her head toward her. “Ask away.”
Jenna cleared her throat and said, “My cousin is a huge fan of your brother, right? Her birthday ising up, and I have no idea what to get her. Could I possibly get an autograph from your bro?”
“When do you need it?” asked Mirabe. She whipped out her phone, shooting a message to Leo.
Jenna quickly added, “No rush, whenever he has the time is fine by me.”
Leo didn’t reply to the message, and after Mirabe put away her phone, she hummed in acknowledgment.
“By the way, Queen Mira, do you have a Twitter ount? Jenna asked again.
Mirabe nced at her. “No, not into it.”
Jenna pped her forehead, almost forgetting that her desk mate was like a cave dweller when it came to social media. “Why don’t you set one up? After your appearance on that live show, so many fans online are begging for your contact info,” Jenna suggested.
“No thanks.”
“If you did, I bet you’d get at least a million followers, easily outshining Summer,” Jenna mused<b>, </b>resting her
<b>chin </b>in her hand.
At that, Mirabe just gave a half–smile. “Ms. Jenna, if you’ve got time to burn, I’ve got two boxes of exams that need practice.”
At the mention of exams, Jenna mmed up instantly.
Mirabe was a devil. She was always threatening with exam papers.
11.02
Come <b>noon</b><b>, </b>Mirabe received a call from Collins<b>, </b>who was <bing </b>to <b>deliver </b><b>Leo’s autograph</b>. <b>After </b><b>lunch</b>, she made her way to the school’s main entrance to wait. She <b>waited </b>a few minutes before Collins showed
Been waiting long?” Collins handed the paper bag to Mirabe.
“<b>Not </b>really, thanks for making the trip, Collins, Mirabe said politely, nodding her thanks without peéring into the bag.
Collins scratched <b>his </b><b>head </b>and smiled. “No problem, it was on my way
He then took a few more nces at Mirabe, who looked so stylish even in in school attire. No wonder sportswear brands wanted her; they had spotted her charm right away.
Noticing Collins‘ odd look, Mirabe called out, “Collins?”
<b>Collins </b>snapped back to reality, expressing his regret, “It’s a pity you and your brother turned down the sportswear ad deal.”
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