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Chapter 20
“Why is a bowl of the consommé missing? That was for Mrs. Mercer and Miss Mara p>
“I gave a bowl to Miss Mira. It’s the instant kind, easy to prepare. Just grab another one from the cabinet and heat it up,” Rachel, having been with the Mercer family for years, was not afraid of the other staff.
“The expensive items are all accounted for. I can’t just take one without Mrs. Mercer’s permission p>
“If you don’t dare to take one, then shut up. What are you yelling about? I’m eating my own family’s food, do I need your permission p>
The cook, rebuked by Mira, fell silent. She had clearly been bought by Mara. In the past, no servant would have dared to speak to her like that.
“Rachel, if anyone gives you trouble, call me p>
“I will.” A wave of warmth washed over Rachel. This was the child she had raised, and the bond was truly deep.
Mira finished speaking and left. Her backpack was bulging today, and if that scheming Mara saw it, there would surely be more trouble.
After leaving the Mercer estate, Mira walked to a nearby bus stop. She didn’t want to spend extra money on a taxi. Her funds were limited, and she had to plan everything carefully. From this moment on, she was no longer the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, but an orphan, an ordinary entrepreneur who had to rely on herself.
The bus arrived quickly. She squeezed on with a crowd of commuters. There were no seats available during the morning rush, so she stood, holding onto a vertical pole.
“Mira, is that you p>
“Cara Dawson.” It was one of Mira’s classmates.
“What are you doing on the bus? Your family has so many luxury cars. Don’t tell me this has something to do with that sister of yours again p>
“It’s not that bad. I just got tired of riding in cars. Riding the bus is kind of interesting, isn’t it p>
“Hah, you rich girls ride the bus for fun. The rest of us have no choice p>
Mira didn’t have a driver’s license. If she used one of the family drivers, her whereabouts would be tracked. So, using the family cars was out of the question.
“Mira, the Youth Talent Showcase is starting soon. Are you going to participate p>
“I almost forgot about that. I’ll definitely think about it p>
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Every summer, Melvion City hosted a youth talent showcase, which was essentially a talent competition. It was also a variety show for the local television station. The main purpose was to provide a platform formiddle and high school students. showcase their abilities, promote arts education, and scout for outstanding talent. The top three winners received prize money and a certificate could also earn them extra points on their college applications if they chose to major in the arts. Some were even signed by agencies or taken on as apprentices by famous mentors.
“Exactly! With your amazing musical talent, it would be such a shame not to
participate. I, on the other hand, have no artistic sense whatsoever p>
“You’re a great student. Just keep working hard, and you’ll get into a good university next year p>
Mira’s stop wasn’t far, and soon it was time to get off. The two waved goodbye.
After getting off the bus, her rented apartment was only about two hundred yards away. On the way,
she bought some drinks, bottledet
water and a few snacks to keep in the apartment, since she would be coming here often.
Once inside, she put away the things from her bag and stored her new phone and
laptop for the time being, deciding to use her old ones for now.
After tidying up the place for a bit, she sat down on the sofa, sipping water and admiring her handiwork This was her home now. It was quiet, with no one to bother her ho scheming, no backstabbing.It was wonderful.
She would think about making money in the afternoon. Right now, she had more important things to do.
Mira first went to the nearest bank branch and opened her own bank account. Then, she withdrew all the money from Ethan’s card and deposited it into her new account. Only then did she feel at ease.
Her next stop was the nearby Apex Fitness Center, about half a mile away.
She instinctively scanned the sidewalk for a bike-share rack, but didn’t see one in sight p>