Mirabe raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the notification. It wasn''t often someone added her on Messenger.


    With a quick flick, she opened the friend request. The username was simply "Seal," and the profile picture was a small flower.


    There wasn''t any note exining who it was, but the request hade through a business card share.


    She clicked on the profile picture but found nothing; the posts were private, signaling she was dealing with a stranger. The location showed they were overseas.


    Stopping the gentle sway of her porch swing, she pondered for a moment before epting the request.


    After epting, Mirabe decided to break the ice, "Chester, Happy New Year!"


    Given the international origin and the method of contact, it wasn''t hard to figure out who it might be.


    Two minutes went by with no response, but Mirabe wasn''t too bothered and slipped her phone back into her pocket.


    Just as she was about to get up, she saw Nick approaching with a scarf in hand, prompting her to sit back down.


    Handing her the scarf, Nick said, "It''s chilly out."


    "Thanks, Nick,” Mirabe replied sweetly, wrapping the scarf around her neck. She scooted over to make room for him on the swing.


    Nick sat down, grabbing the swing''s rope, and turned to Mirabe, remembering the call he had just made. "Oh, I shared your Messenger contact with Chester. Make sure to ept it."


    Mirabe nodded, "I saw, and I just added him."


    "Good." Nick paused for a moment then added, "Chester isn''t familiar with Messenger, so he might be slow to reply."


    That exined things.


    Mirabe nodded in understanding, thinking Chester must be a bit old-fashioned.


    Just then, her Messenger pinged. She pulled out her phone, saw a money transfer notification, and fell into deep thought.


    Holding her phone, she didn''t immediately ept the transfer but turned to Nick, "...Is Chester''s family wealthy?"


    She had counted at least five zeros after the number 2.


    Another person wealthier than her had appeared.


    Nick seemed taken aback by the question. After a brief pause, he didn''t confirm but instead asked, "Haven''t your parents mentioned him?"


    Mirabe stayed silent.


    After a moment, Nick mused, "Well, they''re doing alright." He nced at her phone screen, noticing the chat and the transfer notification.


    "If Chester sent you a New Year''s gift, you should ept it. It''s his way of showing he cares," Nick advised.


    Mirabe sighed inwardly and epted the transfer, "Chester''s being too generous... I don''t even know how to repay such a gesture."


    Nick chuckled, finding his sister''s concern endearing. He coughed lightly and said, "You don''t need to return the favor."


    “But that would be so awkward,” Mirabe said, scratching her head and tilting it to look at Nick. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her eyes sparkled with innocence and beauty.


    Nick, looking at her, remembered a promise they had made and, after a pause, gently tussled her bun, asking, “Mirabe, do you have any dreams?"


    Mirabe''s eyes lit up, "Does dreaming of being a couch potato count?"


    Nick''s smile twitched. This dream was certainly not what he had expected.


    "Or... bing a wealthy socialite," Mirabe pondered seriously, adding another thought.