Chapter <b>435 </b>


    With a firm belief that he couldn’t let his little sister doubt his charm<b>, </b>Zach tried <i>to </i>be the picture of chivalry and politeness to anydy who approached him with interest–as long as they weren’t outright unpleasant to look at. He was almost indiscriminately weing.


    Unbeknownst to Zach, who thought himself a dashing gentleman, his reputation was swiftly morphing into that of a notoriousdies‘ man<b>, </b>and it wasn’t long before he was called out.


    “Hey, that designer outfit you’re rocking, how much does it cost to rent?” teased Autumn, her eyes yfully fixed on Zach as she fiddled with her smartphone.


    Zach’s polite smile instantly froze. He nced down at his clothes–rented designer wear? Really? Did this woman ever rub elbows with the wealthy?


    A chill crept into Zach’s demeanor. “It’s not rented, thank you.”


    Hearing his response, Autumn’s beautiful face was etched with mock surprise. “A guy who can afford a suit that costs thousands wouldn’t be caught dead at a mixer like this. If you’re going to y a part, at least make it believable.”


    She paused for a beat, then, without waiting for Zach to reply, continued with a mischievous grin, “I’ve seen plenty of yers, but someone as unapologetic as you? That’s a first. How many mixers have you crashed so far?”


    With a click of her tongue, she summed up her impression. Zach had a bookish bad–boy look, and how many hearts had he broken?


    Zach, taken aback by the personal attack, could only wonder in silence. Did designer clothes equate to rental? He was polite to everyone, and now he was a heartbreaker?


    Was this woman often yed by men?


    Zach’s expressionless gaze swept over thedy in question. Aside from a reasonably attractive face, her sense of style–orck thereof–left much to be desired.


    Yeah, with that biting tongue, it’s no wonder her dating life was in shambles.


    Autumn, noticing the silent man before her, simply waved cheerfully and walked


    <b>10.37 </b>


    away.


    After Mirabe donned her <i>face </i>mask, her delicate features were mostly hidden from view. Making her entrance at the mixer, she attracted little attention. Those few who did notice her were simply puzzled by the sight of someone at a dating event wearing a mask.


    Mirabe hadn’t yet located her brother Zach when she narrowly avoided a


    collision.


    “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see <i>you </i>there,” apologized Autumn, who was indulging in some pastries <i>and </i>hadn’t expected to bump into anyone. Herpel pin hade loose and fallen to the ground without her noticing.


    Mirabe had stepped to the side in time to avoid being hit. When she saw Autumn’s face, she felt a flicker of recognition, but she quickly responded, “No worries.”


    She bent down to pick up the cartoonishpel pin that had dropped to the floor and handed it to Autumn. “You dropped this.”


    Autumn turned her gaze to Mirabe’s hand, realizing she had lost her pin. She set her te of pastries on a nearby table and gratefully epted the pin back, nodding to Mirabe. “Thank you so much.”


    “It’s no trouble at all,” Mirabe replied politely.


    After reattaching her pin, Autumn looked up at Mirabe again, noticing the mask that revealed only her pretty, soft eyes. There was something familiar about her…


    Autumn racked her brain but couldn’t ce where she had seen her before. Scratching her head, she finally asked, “So, are you here to find a match too?”


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