The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 1487

Leo extended his arms and embraced Mirabella, his arms enveloping her slender frame in a way that was almost heartbreaking. "You've lost weight."

"It's probably just that I've gained weight in less noticeable places," Mirabella replied with a smile.

Hearing this made Leo's throat tighten with emotion. He patted Mirabella on the shoulder and said, "I'll be on vacation for a while, so we should definitely go out and have some fun."

Collins, who was pushing the luggage cart behind them, caught up just in time to hear Leo's plan for a fun outing. After greeting Mirabella, he couldn't help but lament, "Sis, let me tell you, your brother is like a whimsical little princess."

Mirabella's lips twitched. "What do you mean?"

"Skipping out on lucrative ad shoots and endorsements. You have no idea how much money he's wasted," Collins began to calculate, gesturing a figure in the air, "It's easily worth a three-bedroom house in Riverdale!"

Mirabella stopped in her tracks upon hearing this.

She had thought her bonus this year would be enough for a down payment in Riverdale. Now, someone was telling her that her brother had squandered an amount equivalent to a three-bedroom house?

Mirabella sighed lightly before turning to Collins. "Do you think it's too late for me to switch careers and join the entertainment industry?"

Leo, standing beside them, was speechless.

Collins chuckled, "I'd actually consider it, but I'm afraid of being accused of wasting a talented individual's potential."

it was imperative to keep his manager from further influencing Mirabella, so he quickly grabbed their luggage, "Collins, you should head back and rest. My

for a response, he took Mirabella's arm and swiftly led her ahead,

convenient opportunity to give them a

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