The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 327

Mirabella glanced over. "Oh, sure, no problem."

Michelle took a deep breath and was about to turn away when she saw Mirabella in front of her, swiftly swinging her arm, a knife in hand. The next second, Michelle felt something warm splatter onto her face.

Michelle's eyes snapped open.

Everyone who witnessed the scene froze.

"Ah, sorry about that," Mirabella said, putting down the knife and fishing a tissue out of her pocket. She only pulled out one and handed it over, "I've only done this once before."

Michelle was wearing a white coat, and now her face, collar, and pants were all splattered with blood. She looked at Mirabella, who seemed apologetic but didn't genuinely appear to be sorry.

Michelle's expression soured slightly, but mindful of the live broadcast, she mustered a forced smile and said with faux generosity, "No, no worries."

She lowered her gaze, not taking the tissue from Mirabella, and turned to the host to excuse herself to clean up, quickly walking away.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, feeling not the slightest bit embarrassed as she used the tissue to wipe her fingers.

In the live stream chat,

[OMG, that was totally on purpose.]

[You ask my brother to carve a turkey, and you get a face full of 'blood,' lol. I can totally see the boss-lady vibes on Juztin's little sister.]

[Jeez, Michelle gets splashed, and you only gave her one tissue? Who does that?]

[This country bumpkin should be kicked off the show.]

[This girl is badass, keeping all those fame-hungry flies away from her brother.]

[If she did not help, you say Juztin's sister was clueless; she helped, and now she's playing games. Some people just love to nitpick for fun.]

[Serves you right for involving the wrong person.]

Controversy always spiked the ratings, and the live stream's popularity soared once again.

Backstage, Walker was very pleased with the outcome. If the guests were always harmonious, there'd be no drama to watch. Juztin's sister seemed rather interesting. Walker pondered for a moment, planning to give her more screen time.

Come lunchtime, all the guests were seated in the yard around a long table, eagerly anticipating the show's catering.

"I wonder what lavish lunch you have in store for us." Sitting next to Mirabella, Hans propped his chin with one hand as he struck up a conversation.

Engrossed in her phone, Mirabella responded without looking up, "I've got a hunch it won't be that lavish."