After all, she was quite the heiress, but that money was practically untouchable. Using it would just cause a stir. Better to leave it be.


    Time to start fresh.


    Mirabe thought to herself as she gently swayed on the porch swing, her feet barely moving. She subtly tilted her head to the side.


    Seeing this, Nick pulled his hand back and said softly, "Nick can help you with your second wish."


    He didn''t really get what a "dead fish dream" was, but making her wealthy? That was a piece of cake.


    The dividends he''d earned over the years from The Davis Family business were substantial. Surely, it was enough to make his sister an heiress.


    Nick pondered, nning to ask Gradyter for a detailed ount of his finances.


    As for introducing her to Chester''s elite circle, that could wait.


    Listening to her brother Nick''s airy words, Mirabe should have felt touched, but... it just made her feel even more out of ce among the rich.


    Surrounded by people wealthier than her!


    (?_?)


    After some light banter, the siblings headed inside.


    The TV was still airing the New Year''s special, and Mirabe sat in the living room watching a few acts before yawning continuously. It wasn''t long before she


    headed upstairs.


    Once in her room, after freshening up, she felt revitalized andy on her bed, scrolling through her phone.


    Outside, fireworks sporadically lit up the night, marking the unique atmosphere of New Year''s Eve.


    As midnight struck, her phone began buzzing incessantly with Messenger notifications. Just as Mirabe was about to check Messenger, a call came through.


    She raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button.


    "Happy New Year!" came James''s husky voice, apanied by the crackle of fireworks.


    "Yeah, Happy New Year to you too!" Mirabe responded cheerily.


    "I thought you might be asleep." James stood on his balcony,rge snowkes falling around him. He caught one in his palm, watching it quickly melt, "Is it snowing in Ashford?"


    "Not really," Mirabe replied, getting up to pull back the curtains of her floor-to- ceiling window. The fireworks reflecting in her eyes painted a vibrant scene, "No snow here."


    James hummed in acknowledgment, then coughed twice, having caught a bit of a chill these past few days.


    Hearing this, Mirabe asked, "Caught a cold?"


    "Just a bit," James cleared his throat again.


    The fireworks had initially masked his nasal voice, but now in the silence, it was


    quite evident. Mirabe advised, "You should rest early."


    "Alright, you too," James softly agreed, "Goodnight."


    "Goodnight," Mirabe nodded, soon hanging up the phone.


    After standing quietly for a moment, she drew the curtains closed and climbed back into bed, opening Messenger once more.


    Upon opening it, she saw her screen flooded with transfer notifications.


    Shawn, Delh, a few of her brothers... It was as if they had all agreed on it, each transfer amount identical, all nines.


    Mirabe, seeing all these nines, couldn''t help but touch her nose, thinking she could screenshot this and tweet about it, with a theme like: "Getting rich off New Year''s money."


    But after a moment''s thought, she decided against it, aiming to be the bigger person.


    Touching her nose again, she began opening each chat to ept the transfers, sending a ''Thanks, boss'' GIF in response.


    When she opened Emmitt''s chat, her finger paused momentarily, remembering what Zach had mentioned about a previous Twitter incident. She epted the transfer and replied with a simple, "Thanks, Emmitt."


    On the other side, Emmitt hadn''t gone to bed yet, his eyes glued to his phone screen, as if waiting for something.