The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 746

Mirabella 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 explaining who it was, but the request had come 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 accepting the request.

After accepting, Mirabella 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 Mirabella 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,” Mirabella 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 Mirabella, remembering the call he had just made. “Oh, I shared your Messenger contact with Chester. Make sure to accept it.”

Mirabella 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 explained things.

Mirabella sighed inwardly and accepted 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,” Mirabella 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, “Mirabella, do you have any dreams?”

Mirabella’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... becoming a wealthy socialite,” Mirabella pondered seriously, adding another thought.