Chapter 262


    When Mirabe got back to the hotel, it was already half–past nine, and Anthony had called her twice


    during the drive.


    The first call was to share the thrilling news that she’d aced the preliminaries and had secured a spot in


    the final round.


    The second was a gentle reminder for her to stay safe: not to linger outside toote and to head back


    to the hotel early to rest up and be on top form for tomorrow’s showdown.


    Mirabe reassured him time and again that she was fine, and it was only after her repeated.


    assurances that Anthony finally stopped calling.


    After returning to her room, Mirabe picked out some fresh clothes and took a quick, refreshing


    shower. Once she was done, she copsed onto the bed. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling, and the


    evening’s harrowing near–miss reyed in her mind.


    She had noticed the motorcycle earlier. At first, it seemed to be barreling straight towards her. but as it


    drew closer, particrly when James pulled her to safety, she saw the rider swerve slightly. So… if her


    hunch was right, the real target of the motorcycle might actually have been James, and the rider was


    someone with some serious skills – a fact they tried to disguise, but which she had spotted instantly.


    Mirabe rolled over, draping her leg over the top of the covers, feeling exhausted yet restless. Even if


    she had been the intended target, she was confident in her ability to dodge the threat.


    On the other side of town, as Wyatt was heading back from the night market, he called Curtis,


    instructing him to have a doctor waiting at the mansion.


    Upon learning that his boss had been sideswiped by a motorcycle, Curtis immediately whipped out his


    laptop to pull up surveince footage from several streets around the night market. It didn’t take long for


    him to discover that the footage from the crucial time had been tampered with, and the traces had been


    expertly erased.


    Curtis let out a cold smile, and his fingers danced across the keyboard. The ck interfaces. popped


    up on the screen, disying rapidly changing data. Within a minute, the wiped. surveince data was


    restored. Zooming in on the footage, Curtis scrutinized how the motorcyclist had charged towards


    James. However, due to the angle of the cameras, Curtis could only see the motorcycle heading


    straight for the girl next to his boss, not realizing that the actual objective was James.


    With each rey, every time he saw the bike, seemingly targeting Mirabe, only for his boss to get hit


    while protecting her, Curtis‘ face grew darker. At that moment, his opinion of Mirabe couldn’t have


    sunk any lower. If it hadn’t been for her, James might not have been injured. If she hadn’t invited him


    outte at night, would any of this have happened?


    Taking a deep breath, Curtis quickly captured a screenshot of the motorcyclist and sent it to his


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    men.


    Regardless of why this person targeted a young woman and went to great lengths to erase the footage,


    the fact remained that their boss had been hit. He wouldn’t allow anyone to act so brazenly in


    Riverdale.


    A short whileter, James and Wyatt arrived back at the mansion where several family physicians had


    hurried over. After a round of examinations, each one of them let out a sigh of relief.


    “Thank goodness it’s just a few scrapes and bruises,” Wyatt said, wiping his forehead. His were filled


    with relief and a tinge of fear.


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    James shot Wyatt a frosty nce. Feeling the chill from that look, Wyatt shrank back slightly.


    “Look, James, let me exin… At that moment, I was just worried that the incident might trigger your


    old injury, so I chose not to consider dropping Ms. Mirabe off at the hotel first. After all, that


    motorcycle had a clear objective.”