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    Summer didn''t want to dredge up the Davis family drama any longer. After a brief mention, she stood up, stretching like someone who''s used to the limelight. "Mom, I''ve got practiceter, so I''m heading out," she said, her tone light but resolute.


    Her agency had stopped giving her gigs, but when they found out she was from the wealthy Gilbert family, they didn''t dare freeze her outpletely. Her agent suggested shey low for a while, waiting for the next big opportunity.


    So, despite the snickers from other performers at the studio, Summer swallowed her pride and pushed through.


    She had the kind of leverage others could only dream of, and the thought of giving up on showbiz without a fight was something she just couldn''t stomach.


    Mandy didn''t press her daughter for more details. She simply waved goodbye and soon found herself alone in the spacious living room. After a moment of silence, a thought struck her. She reached for her phone on the coffee table and dialed her mother''s number.


    **


    Meanwhile, on the set of "Country Comfort," the lively buzz of the live broadcast filled the air.


    After a lunch of sandwiches and cold lemonade, the teams got back to their home renovation tasks.


    Gabriel''s brother, although a newbie with a degree inndscape design and little real-world experience, was a quick learner. With Mirabe''s asional guidance, they managed to finish the makeover in less than three hours using the materials provided by the show.


    "Kudos to sis for such a ster design concept. The whole vibe is vintage chic," Gabriel''s brother said genuinely.


    The once dingy, rundown cottage now looked like something out of a home decor magazine. Inside, vibrant painted furnitureplemented the stark white walls, adorned with botanical illustrations of indeterminate species-bold and defiant against the simplicity.


    The nt illustrations on the walls were Mirabe''s additions.


    Her skilled brushwork was so impressive that even Emmitt, the cameraman, couldn''t help but give her artwork plenty of screen time, inviting viewers to marvel along with him.


    【Holy smokes, who knew the littledy had such mad drawing skills! You can''t get that good without years of practice, right?】


    【I just wanna know what that nt is. A weed? A flower? Looks pretty cool, though.


    【Am I the only one blown away by her brains? Shemunicates with Gabriel''s bro without missing a beat, spitting out precise measurements and conversions off the top of her head. Pure genius.】


    【That''s just the smug superiority of a straight-A student for you. 】


    Somewhere on Earth, a middle-aged man using a satellite signal to surf the web stumbled upon the live broadcast. When his gaze fell on the painting, especially the familiar-looking nt, he was taken aback.


    Isn''t that a depiction of a quinoa leaf?


    How on earth would someone outside know about this nt?


    The man looked dazed as he continued to watch. The camera focused on a girl wearing a mask—an intriguing figure, especially when she turned and the camera caught her eye. There was something vaguely familiar about her demeanor.


    Scratching his head, the man pulled his phone closer, hoping for a clearer view. But just as he did, the screen froze. Two secondster, a message popped up: ''Sorry, your connection is unstable. Please check yourwork.''


    The man sighed in frustration.


    No matter how he repositioned his device, the satellite signal refused to reconnect.


    "What a piece of junk tech, iming to be the future''s finest. Pfft! Trash! Always fails when you need it most!"


    He continued to curse and fiddle with his phone, but to no avail; thework remained elusive.