Chapter 261


    Mirabe sighed silently to herself before sending a unified response to both Zach and Leo. [Gol it, you


    big bables.)


    When Zach and Leo received this reply, they both felt like they had been somewhat insulted.


    Mirabe pocketed her phone and was about to look up when a motorcycle suddenly sped towards


    them from a distance. Her brows furrowed slightly as she prepared to pull James to safety, but he had


    already taken the initiative, yanking her aside just in time.


    The screech of tires tore through the air as they struggled to regain their bnce, and the force. from


    James sent Mirabe stumbling a couple of steps further. Lifting her gaze, she saw the motorcycle on


    its side, and its wheel was still spinning. The rider, apparently eager to avoid me, scrambled up,


    muttered a quick apology, and sped off as quickly as they had arrived.


    The whole incident, from the crash to the rider’s departure,sted less than three minutes. Mirabe


    narrowed her eyes; this didn’t seem like an ident.


    “Are you okay?” James asked. The concern was evident in his voice. He had been steadying her by the


    shoulder, but as he spoke, he slowly let go, creating a little distance between them.


    Mirabe, unfazed, noticed the scrape marks on James‘ pant leg. The fabric wasn’t torn, but the impact


    had been anything but gentle.


    “You’re going to need to get that leg checked out,” she started to say, but was interrupted by the sound


    of an approaching car.


    Wyatt, who had witnessed the near–miss with the motorcycle, felt a tightness in his chest. He parked


    the car hastily and approached with urgency. “Sir… James, are you hurt? It’s my fault for parking too


    far away. I was dyed in traffic.”


    Wyatt’s eyes were fixed on James‘ leg, and his face was etched with guilt. He should’ve stayed closer


    to James.


    Although James was pale, his demeanor remained calm. “It’s nothing,” he said dismissively, ignoring


    Wyatt’s concern.


    Instead, he turned to Mirabe. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”


    Wyatt’s eyes widened, and his expression turned stern. “No, we should have it checked first.”


    James frowned at the objection.


    Mirabe paused for a few seconds before speaking up. “You really should get it checked. The force of


    that crash wasn’t trivial. There might not be any visible wounds, but it could have caused bone


    damage.”


    Wyatt, relieved that Mirabe agreed, nodded vigorously. “Ms. Mirabe is right.”


    He hesitated, fearing James might insist on his original n, then said to Mirabe, “I’m sorry.


    Chapter 261


    Ms. Mirabe. I’ll arrange for someone to take you back to the hotel.”


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    James gave Wyatt a cold look, which made Wyatt avert his gaze. He knew it was a sign of his


    displeasure. Despite that, he couldn’t risk James‘ safety.


    Turning away, Wyatt made a quick call to one of his men, giving low instructions.


    Soon after, a sleek ck sedan pulled up. Mirabe was momentarily taken aback but quickly collected


    her thoughts and stepped into the car. Before she did, she said to Wyatt, “Let me know if there’s any


    problem.”


    Wyatt assumed Mirabe was simply concerned about James‘ health and wanted to be updated on the


    medical examination. He nodded to her without giving it much thought.