Sebastian pressed his lips, ncing from Arabe to Miranda, as if trying to discern if Arabe had really styled herself to resemble Miranda.


    When Dorian received a call from Arabe, his brows furrowed tightly. Despite this, he yed along, saying, "Just focus on doing well on the show; don''t mind the rest."


    His long-standing role as the caring brother made this response almost automatic for Dorian.


    But in truth, the Hawke family had been asking the PR to handle it from the very beginning. Unfortunately, their efforts were proving futile.


    They''d even enlisted the help of two previous PR firms, spending quite a fortune only to see no results. When questioned, the firms could only shrug and say, "We have no idea."


    This left Dorian feeling like he''d been conned out of his money.


    Alistair was already gearing up to sue those two firms, though he worried about the potential bacsh from making such a fuss.


    Arabe nodded tearfully. "Got it, Dorian."


    She hung up and finally stepped away from the live stream camera.


    This exchange between siblings only further fueled the fans'' enthusiasm, whobeled Arabe as the cherished little sister. Many female fans even joked about wanting to be Arabe''s sister-inw.


    Amid this buzz, the show was gearing up for the final round preparations.


    On the eve of the recording, Miranda and Sebastian found themselves at a hotel café, sipping coffee.


    Since they were staying at the same hotel, they inevitably ran into each other.


    "Look at you, a superstar now," Sebastian teased as he watched her. "You''ve topped the trending charts, outshining every celebrity in recent years. Quite the phenomenon.''


    His calm, gentle gaze matched the aura he exuded, much like moonlight spilling gently but coolly, with a hint of restraint.


    There was an understated intensity


    about him; he seemed to close the distance effortlessly without you even noticing. Though Miranda and Sebastian barely knew each other, having only met a few times, they now sat together as if they were old friends.


    "In the digital age, everything''s just entertainment," Miranda replied with a serene smile, unfazed by the ups and downs of fame.


    Sebastian studied her, his deep-set


    eyes obscured by his sses,


    making it hard to decipher his thoughts. "You seem unbothered by it all, not quite what one would expect from someone your age."


    Mirandacked the vibrant energy typical of someone her age. She appeared not caring about anything, indifferent to public opinion and unconcerned about the consequences of her actions.


    Or perhaps, in her eyes, she was capable of handling any oue.


    Her resilience, determination, and vitality were extraordinary. She was like a me burning on an icy peak or a mandrake flourishing amidst arid bones.


    This paradoxical allure was maic. At least, in Sebastian''s world. He had never encountered anyone quite like Miranda in his life.


    "Young, beautiful women like you


    usually enjoy luxury, fashionable clothes, handbags, being adored, and basking in the spotlight," Sebastian mused with a slight smile. "But you don''t seem to care for any of that."


    Miranda simply shrugged. It wasn''t that she disliked them; she had merely had her fill, hence her feelings numb.


    The most expensive luxury items were just numbers to her. After seeing enough, they lost their appeal. Sebastian''s sharp gaze behind the ssed settled on Miranda''s face. "So, what do you like?"