Claire’s brother, Phoenix Hamilton, appeared his face a striking balance of delicacy and youthful charm.
At just over twenty, he carried the easy confidence of someone aware of their own allure.
“I’m back. Pour me a glass of water,” he demanded.
Claire’s mother raised an eyebrow, the faintest line of concern furrowing her brow. “Why are you back? Didn’t you say you weren’t coming today…?”
Phoenix’s expression darkened, an unmistakable edge to his voice. “Go pour the water. Stop nagging.”
Unaware of the livestream, Phoenix’s casual disregard was clear, but his mother was well accustomed to his unruly nature. She knew that trouble could easily follow if she wasn’t careful.
“Watch your words while you’re here today,” she warned, her tone sharp but maternal.
Phoenix sprawled across the coffee table, legs casually stretched out as he spoke with a lazy grin. “I was supposed to race with Third Young Master Evans, but he bailed. Said it’s his sister’s tenth birthday, so he’s skipping out.”
“His sister?” Claire’s mother muttered, regret flickering across her features. “She’s kept so secretive; barely anyone in our circle’s even seen her.”
She knew just how crucial it was to establish connections with the Evans family.
The Evans family was a powerhouse of prominence, with three sons, each more impressive than the last:
Lester, the cold-faced overlord, ruled over half the entertainment industry, his billions fueling his dominance.
Sandro, the smiling fox, was a top-tier cardiothoracic surgeon, his hands steady and flawless in the operating room.
Then there was Dallas, the carefree third son, who had earned world championship titles as a racer.
Any news involving these three could ignite the internet into a frenzy.
[My goodness! The Hamilton family’s son actually knows Third Young Master Evans!]
[Did you notice? That poor girl shares the same birthday as the Evans family’s little sister. And they both have the surname Evans. Now, that’s a coincidence too big to ignore!]
I couldn’t help but agree.
Not only did we share the same surname, but our birthdays were a mirror image of each other.
And now, the whole internet knew the Evans family’s youngest daughter was celebrating her tenth birthday today.
When the camera returned to my house, my mom had already removed her face mask.
Her natural beauty, radiant and fresh, left everyone in stunned silence.