The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 328

Hans furrowed his brow and turned to Mirabella, "Why so?"

"Just a pattern," Mirabella said nonchalantly, her delicate features betraying a casual indifference.

"At least that's better than us. We're stuck with the standard issue of pickles and cornbread," Hans lamented with a sigh, then glanced over at Mirabella's phone screen. "Hey, what game are you playing?"

"Chicken Farm."

Her words brought an immediate pause to the group gathered around the table. A sense of dread, ruled by the morning's challenges, surged forth. Michelle's face couldn't help but stiffen a bit as her fingers curled on her lap.

Heather glanced at her cousin and then, with a smile, suddenly asked, "You look quite young, dear. Still in school, I presume? High school?"

"Yeah," Mirabella answered succinctly, her tone polite.

Heather hummed in response and casually inquired further, "No weekend tutoring, then?" The implication was clear: What was a high school student doing at an event like this instead of studying?

Finally lifting her head, Mirabella met Heather's gaze with a smile, "Never needed extra lessons."

The chat exploded with comments.

[Never needed extra lessons? Does that mean she's a genius or just beyond help academically?]

[Love the confidence, so cool.]

[Here comes the show-off again.]

Heather was momentarily dazzled by her smile and felt a twinge of discomfort, but she maintained her grin. "It sounds like you must be quite the student."

"More or less," Mirabella brushed off the compliment.

Heather seemed oblivious to the inappropriateness of her question and added, "Neon Paradox has been around for years. It'd be such a shame if you guys disbanded."

The silence was taken as confirmation. Immediately, the live chat erupted.

[No way, if Neon Paradox disbands, what's left of my years of fandom?]

[Juztin says he's not injured but didn't address the breakup. Looks like he's going solo for real.]

[It's sad. Once some people get famous, they just kick their former mates to the curb. So cold.]

[No wonder he didn't clear the air before. This is really disappointing.]

Mirabella glanced at the chat, her fingertips grazing her phone. She looked up at Heather, her expression unreadable.