Alden fell silent.


    "Never mind, I have faith in the way we''ve raised Be. She could never be like the Zade family," Mrs. Hawke said, but even as she spoke, doubt was taking root in her mind, impossible to ignore.


    She was especially worried about the possibility of Arabe siphoning off the Hawke family''s resources to benefit the ?ades. So, she''d started tightening the reins on Arabe''s allowance.


    "Let''s trust Be," Alden nodded, his voice serious. "Besides, if anything goes wrong with her right now, it could impact our family too."


    Mrs. Hawke sighed, "I know, I just worry. If she were our own flesh and blood, maybe we wouldn''t be facing this issue."


    Alden felt a surge of frustration whenever Miranda came to mind.


    "Enough, let''s not dwell on this. We raised her ourselves, and what''s done is done. Miranda''s never going to be on the same page as our family."


    At the Hawke Group''s NeuraCore building, Dorian frowned upon hearing Arabe''s words. It hadn''t bothered him before, but now Arabe''s demeanor struck him as overly dramatic.


    Her possessive statement also rubbed him the wrong way. Why couldn''t he have another sister? Miranda was his actual blood rtive, after all.


    Meanwhile, at thew firm, Alistair watched the live stream with a darkened expression.


    For some reason, hearing Arabe casually speak about their connection always brought his thoughts back to Miranda. And whenever he thought of Miranda, his mood soured.


    His assistant chuckled, saying, "Your sister is adorable."


    Alistair gave a faint smile and replied, "Is she now."


    "Wow! Who''s that girl? She''s stunning!" the assistant eximed suddenly. Alistair turned his gaze to the live stream.


    On the screen, a girl in sunsses and casual overalls walked confidently toward the recording studio.


    Her high ponytail and youthful glow practically leapt out from the screen. Even with the sunsses, her fair skin seemed to reflect the sunlight, drawing all eyes to her.


    When Miranda appeared, she immediately captured everyone''s attention.


    "What a stunningdy!!"


    "Ahhh Miranda, I''ve just be your fan, I adore your acting skills and looks!" "Whoa, did the show really get Miranda on board? Are they trying to stir the pot?"


    "Is the show crew clueless about the beef between Be and Miranda? What''s Miranda doing here? The


    crew owes us an exnation


    "Naturally beautiful people don''t need all that makeup!! She''s just too gorgeous!"


    "The show will invite anyone for ratings, won''t they? No shame at all."


    "She''s Miss Lancaster, and who are you to criticize here?"


    "Not even rted by blood, just an adopted daughter."


    Thements divided into three camps.


    One group was the bystanders, here for the drama. After all, Miranda and Arabe, were known to be


    "arch-enemies", and everyone was curious to see the sparks fly


    The second group consisted of new Miranda fans, drawn in by her straightforwardness, sharp wit, and modesty.


    The third group was Arabe''s supporters, picking apart everything about Miranda.


    They imed she had stic surgery, or that she manipted President Lancaster to cozy up to the wealthy.


    Simultaneously, many mysterious


    unts quickly catapulting her to


    began boosting Miranda''s


    the top spot.


    Rocket donations flowed continuously. The audience was stunned. Those mysterious ounts.


    Weren''t they owned by the low-key yet wealthy heirs and heiresses? Was she really that popr? Was herwork really that vast?