A while after the running water stopped in the bathroom, Mya heard footsteps approaching.

Sitting on the sofa, Mya said while browsing the comic book, “Thanks for taking me in tonight.”

Finnley was wearing a white, long-sleeved bathrobe, the hemline reaching his legs. His body was wrapped tightly, looking different from Mya's current appearance.

“Come here!” She looked back and showed him the signed page. “I have magic. I made the author's signature on your book. This has become a unique book in this world. I want to thank you for taking me in tonight. You are welcome.”

However, Finnley's expression changed. He strode toward her and grabbed the book. Gazing at the new signature, he looked sorry. “Who allowed you to do so?"

He was unhappy.

Mya blinked and explained, “Calm down. I can guarantee it's the real signature.”

Before Finnley questioned her again, she hurriedly opened her Twitter. “Look. I'm Miranda.”

Finnley didn’t believe her at all. “You've gone too far!”

only 500 copies were published. The publisher let me sign on them,

she spoke, she could tell Finnley was still

“What's your Twitter ID? I can follow you. Then you'll know if I

through Ivan’s followers. It was pretty easy. Ivan only followed three persons: Spencer,

Finnley received a notification on his phone. “Oops, we followed each other

long ago, but

Her latest twit was the one three years

you should believe me.” Mya looked at him gingerly. Somehow, if he was upset, she

there was a storm outside. Mya didn’t want to be kicked out by

eyes had long gone, and his gaze was cold. “It's impolite to do something to

sorry,” Mya apologized, but her tone wasn't sincere, “I'll pay attention

as he wouldn't kick her out, she

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