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Chapter 113
Mitchell Manor.
Dining Room.
“What?!!” Charlotte blurted out.
“Natalie is the author you five brothers are all crazy about?!”
Charlotte’s shocked eyes darted across her five sons, finally landing on Natalie, who was just quietly eating as if nothing had happened.
Even though she’d never read the book herself, Charlotte had seen countless posts about Daybreak all over the internet.
People called it “the pinnacle of suspense and mystery,” “top of the charts for three years straight,” and “millions of fans stay up all night waiting for updates.”
She’d even thought to herself that whoever wrote something like that had to be someone with a wealth of experience and a deep, complex mind.
But who would’ve thought?
It turned out to be her precious daughter!
Natalie slowly picked up a piece of food with her fork and placed it on Charlotte’s plate, then looked up at her.
“Mm–hmm,” Natalie replied.
William Mitchell was amazed, a big smile spreading across his face as he looked at Natalie.
“Sweetheart, did you really write that book?” William asked, still in disbelief.
Natalie nodded patiently once more.
William took a deep breath, his pride practically overflowing.
“Good! Good! Good!” he exclaimed, repeating it three times.
He raised his glass and took a hearty drink.
“My daughter, you’re incredible!” William said, beaming.
Charlotte gave him a gentle pat.
“Go easy on the drinks,” she said.
William waved her off with a smile.
“I’m just so happy! Today’s a great day!” he replied.
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Ryan Mitchell cleared his throat, feeling unexpectedly nervous as he spoke to his little sister
“Hey, Natalie… how did you even come up with all that for your book?
“I mean, the plot twists, the foreshadowing, the characters… it’s seriously amazing!” Ryan said, still in awe
Natalie took a sip of her juice.
“Honestly, I was just bored in class and scribbled it out for fun,” Natalie said, totally unfazed.
‘She just scribbled it out for fun?!‘ the five brothers all thought, completely stunned.
The five brothers fell silent at the same time.
A book with such mind–blowing twists and logic… and it was actually their little sister who wrote it just
because she was bored in class?!
Oh my god!
They all turned to look at Natalie, who was still totally calm, their eyes practically overflowing with admiration and awe.
Jason Mitchell couldn’t take it anymore. The hook at the end of yesterday’s two chapters had been gnawing at him, and he just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Natalie… who is that guy in black, really? It’s been bugging me for days!” Jason blurted out.
Natalie glanced at him. “I really have no idea.”
Jason Mitchell paused, thinking she just didn’t want to give any spoilers. “I swear I won’t tell a soul, just tell me, please! I mean it!”
Natalie sighed helplessly. “I really have no idea!”
“You don’t know? But you’re the one who wrote it!” Jason Mitchell blurted out, totally baffled.
“Yeah,” Natalie replied, sounding completely unfazed.
Ethan Mitchell couldn’t help but get curious, since the author was sitting right next to him.
“So, what was up with that twist in the earlier chapter with the red piano?” Ethan asked.
Natalie thought for a moment. “I haven’t gotten to that part yet.”
Ethan was silent as hell.
Jason was at a loss for words.
The other three brothers were speechless.
Blake Mitchell pushed up his glasses, a rare look of confusion crossing his face.
“Natalic, are you saying… you don’t have an outline?” Blake asked.
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Natalie nodded.
“Nope,” she replied.
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Andrew Mitchell raised an eyebrow, curiosity written all over his face. “Do you have any chapters stockpiled?”
Natalie glanced at them. “Nope, not a single one.”
Ryan Mitchell cleared his throat.
“So when you’re writing, how do you know what comes next?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Natalie set down her fork. “I only know what happens next when I’m actually writing.”
She paused, then added, “Honestly, I just find out the plot about an hour before you guys do.”
Everyone fell silent again.
Ryan was left speechless, his mouth hanging open. This was nothing like what he’d pictured an author to be!
He’d always assumed authors had every twist and turn mapped out, but now he realized even Natalie had no idea what would happen next!
Natalie couldn’t help but chuckle at their reactions. She checked her watch. “I’m done eating. I’m a bit tired, so I’m going upstairs to rest for a while.”
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, get some rest!”
*****
Before they knew it, June was almost over.
The villa nestled halfway up the mountain.
On the spacious second–floor balcony, the last rays of the setting sun cast a cozy orange hue across the whole space.
Natalie stood at the long table in the middle of the balcony, a sheet of crisp white paper laid out before her. The golden ink in the inkstone glimmered softly, catching the light with a pearly sheen.
She wore a simple off–white linen shirt, sleeves casually rolled up to her forearms, showing off her slender
wrists.
Her long hair was loosely gathered at the back, with a few wisps framing her face and swaying gently in the evening breeze.
The wind carried the fresh, signature scent of the mountain woods, grass and trees mingling in the air.
She picked up her brush, dipped it in the golden ink, and set it to the paper.
Her movements were fluid and unhurried, radiating a quiet composure that words couldn’t capture.
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The brush tip drifted lightly across the paper, leaving behind slender, sharp strokes
These weren’t bold, sweeping letters, but rather delicate, refined small script, each stroke clean and precise, carrying a subtle, unspoken elegance.
After she’d been writing for a bit, her phone buzzed beside her.
She checked the caller ID. It was Blake.
She answered the call. “Hello?”
there’s an auction tonight. You interested in going?” Blake asked.
e was as cold as ever, but if you listened closely, you could catch a hint of excitement.
didn’t pause her writing. “What time?”
ix–thirty!” Blake replied.
Natalie thought for a moment. She didn’t have any plans anyway, so she agreed casually.
“Sure,” she said.
Blake’s voice sounded a little lighter.
“Alright then, where are you? Want me to come pick you up?” Blake offered.
“No need, I’ll get there myself,” Natalie replied.
“Okay, I’ll send you the address,” Blake said.
After hanging up, Natalie picked up her brush and continued writing.
About half an hour later, Natalie penned the final line on the sheet,
“May you remain evergreen like the pine, year after year.”
She tidied up her things, changed into a simple outfit, and headed out.
She threw on a black silk shirt with matching wide–leg pants, simple and classy, but it made her look cool and almost untouchable.
Her hair was still loosely tied back, with a few wisps hanging by her ears, casual and pretty.
As she stepped out the door, she happened to bump into Evan, who was just about to head out for a walk with his dog.
Evan wa
rockin
shirt, black sweatpants, and a pair of limited–edition sneakers, still
by little white furball. The moment Toast spotted Natalie, his
as he tried to rush over to her.
she definitely didn’t want her freshly changed clothes getting
Toast froze for a second, then skidded to a stop, sitting perfectly still about 1.6 feet from Natalie. His tail kept wagging like crazy, but the rest of him didn’t budge.
Those shiny eyes stared up at h
to praise me?‘
Evan was yanked off b
He looked at his
“Seriousl
actual
pe, practically saying, ‘Look how good I am. Aren’t you going
rly losing hold of the leash.
all well–behaved, then at Natalie, totally floored.
er and he’s never listened to me like that! You just told him to sit and he n disbelief.