Book TRK
Chapter 233
Leo stroked his chin before turning to Emmitt, completely missing the mixed expression on his face. He said with a hint of pride, “Emmitt, you might not be in the loop, but Mira entered a national competition. I checked her scores, and she’s topped the charts every time. The scholarship to Prestige College is pretty much in the bag for her.”
Emmitt’s gaze lowered, the words ‘topped the charts every time‘ echoing in his mind. After a moment, he seemed to snap back to reality and responded, “Is that so? Well, congrats to you then.” His voice was noticeably distant..
Mirabella had been lounging around, absorbed in her phone, and either hadn’t heard or simply chose not to respond.
A heavy silence filled the air for a beat.
Feeling uneasy, Emmitt stood up abruptly and announced, “I just remembered I’ve got something to take care of. Gotta run.”
Before leaving, he glanced once more at Mirabella, who hadn’t looked up once. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then chose silence and headed for the door.
Leo watched Emmitt’s hasty retreat with a puzzled frown, then stood up to follow. “Let me walk you out, Emmitt.”
They reached the wrought–iron gate at the entrance, and Leo couldn’t help but ask, “Emmitt, is there something going on between you and Mirabella? Some kind of beef?”
Emmitt paused, his lips pressing into a thin line as he recalled all the misunderstandings. A shadow of sadness crossed his eyes. It was more than just a disagreement. He shook his head and said simply,
“I’m out of here.”
After his car had disappeared down the street, Leo scratched his head, closed the gate, and went back inside to confront his sister, though he hesitated to speak.
Feeling his gaze, Mirabella put down her phone, arched an eyebrow, and said, “Some questions. don’t have answers, and it’s better not to ask.”
Leo’s mouth twitched at the corners.
Switching gears, Mirabella struck a thoughtful pose. She said rather seriously, “However if your want to discuss issues like you trying to rope me into joining you on some reality TV show, we can talk about it.”
Leo blinked in surprise, not expecting his sister to have read him so easily on the matter he’d been mulling over since lunch.
After a long pause, he cleared his throat and awkwardly settled onto the couch, asking, “So… would you be willing to do it?”
He tried to look serious, but his voice was a mix of pleading and caution. If any of Leo’s
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showbiz peers could see him now, their jaws would hit the floor.
Atzabella picked up a bottle of water from the coffee table, took a few sips, and then asked, “What kind of reality show requires you to bring a family member?”
Leo scratched his head. “All I know is it’s called ‘Country Comfort.‘ It’s still in the planning phase, so I’m not too clear on the details.”
At the mention of the show’s name, Mirabella’s expression turned curious.
Country Comfort, rural life… of everyone in the Davis family, she was the one with experience in the countryside. So was Leo’s silence at lunch and his unfinished messages all about how to ask for her help without bruising her ego? Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
Well message received.
“I can give Collins a call. He probably knows more.” Leo added after a moment’s thought.
Mirabella waved him off. “No need.”
Leo paused, puzzled. Was she indicating she didn’t want to join him in the reality show?