The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 463

Hans watched Leo gazing at his sister with that unmistakable look of adoration and couldn't help but chuckle, "Sibling bonds are really something, aren't they?"

It was all too common for people to play up the picture-perfect family on screen for the sake of ratings, but how many of them actually shared this kind of rapport behind closed doors?

With a soft smile that quickly retreated, Mirabella lowered her head again to glance at the stream of comments flowing on her live chat.

She had joined the livestream too late to witness the flood of virtual gifts, so now her screen was filled with a barrage of comments from viewers dying to see her face. Of course, she had missed the moment Heather was awkwardly cornered by the audience asking if she was feeling 'awkward or something?'

Soon after Hans had left, the curiosity from viewers who wanted a glimpse of the elusive sister spiked once again, expressing their disappointment. There was this thing about people. The more elusive something was, the more it piqued their interest. And so, the internet's curiosity about Mirabella had soared to new heights.

Then, as if on cue, the cameraman made a quiet return, camera in hand.

Mirabella logged out of the livestream and was about to put her phone away when a Messenger notification popped up. She hesitated for a moment before tapping on the message.

Adler: [This is you, isn't it? [Image]] The image was a screenshot from the livestream.

Pressing her fingers to her temples, Mirabella replied, [No, you've got it wrong.]

Back at the Riverdale Research Institute, Adler, who was lounging in front of his computer, alternating between the livestream and his phone, saw Mirabella's response. He scrutinized the livestream once more and shot back, [Come on, no kidding, I know it's you.] He snapped another photo from his computer screen and sent it her way.

Upon receiving the second photo, Mirabella looked up, only now realizing that the cameraman had returned to the room.

Touching his nose self-consciously, Adler sent another message. [You, joining this kind of cheesy show? That's not your style.]

Mirabella typed back with an emotionless face. [You have a problem with that?]

Adler could almost feel the impatience emanating through the screen as he typed back, [No... I mean...]