GoodReadChapter 521 Wyatt coughed, promptly shattering the stillness of the living room. “Really, it's no big deal if Mr. Benald stays he said, a casual draw in his voice. “I could just have a few extra guys tail him discreetly.” Curtis turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “What's going on?” Wyatt then gave him the lowdown on being tailed on the way back to the neighborhood and shared his insights on the current situation. After listening, Curtis paused for a few seconds before saying, “I'm leaning toward sending Mr. Donald home; 188.” With the situation so murky, having Donald around was just adding to the worry.
“But knowing Mr. Donald and his temper...” Wyatt let out a sigh.
Donald skipped dinner over a little disagreement.
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“It’s fine. The old man blows up fast, but he cools down just as quick,” Curtis reassured. Then, after a brief pause, he circled back to the matter at hand. “I'll go check out who was behind that little incident tonight.” “Right, we need to get to the bottom of this. We can handle ourselves, but God forbid someone starts targeting Ms. Mirabella, Wyatt said, his voice taking on a serious note.
Ms. Mirabella was a top-notch alchemist, and the way James looked out for her said volumes about her importance. Not to mention, with Ms. Mirabella around, James’ chronic condition was the last thing they had to worry about.
Curtis glanced at Wyatt. “I’m on it.” With that, he picked up his glass of red wine and headed back to the cellar.
Wyatt watched Curtis disappear before turning back. “James, should we arrange for someone to look after Ms.
Mirabella?” James’ gaze was distant as if recalling something, and Bimply shook his head. “No need.” Wyatt was visibly taken aback, having not expected James to dismiss the idea so readily. After a moment of surprise, he asked again, uncertain, “But... Ms. Mirabella is just an ordinary person with no means to protect herself. Are you sure we shouldn't arrange protection?” James picked up his cutlery and resumed his dinner with refined grace. It was a while before his voice floated back. “No” “Alright then,” Wyatt said, touching the tip of his nose. Though he didn’t grasp the full story, he trusted James’ judgment and decided not to press further.
Meanwhile, Mirabella had just gotten hto find Shawn looking rather perplexed. He'd been informed his daughter had given ther bodyguards the slip, Today, Grady’s men had followed his daughter closely, shadowing her to the library and then watching her climb into a private sedan. Normally, a private car wouldn't raise eyebrows, but this one had managed to lose the bodyguards tailing it, which was curious, to say the least.
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Any average Joe wouldn't stand a chance of shaking off those guards, yet not only had they been ditched, but it had also become painfully clear that whoever was driving had sserious counter—surveillance skills.
So, who exactly had his daughter hitched a ride with? Shawn kept his suspicions to himself, casually asking you cab it home, sweetheart?”
Mirabella, placing her purse on a side cabinet and oblivious fo shawn's “ scrutinizing look ,replied " Caught a ride with someone.”
“Oh? A friend?” he prodded.
She hummed in affirmation and moved to pour herself a glass of warm water After a couple of sips, she finaly noticed Shawn's oddly inquisitive stare and narrowed her eyes slightly ." Dad?".
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