Chapter 418


    Donald inhaled deeply, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee hanging in the air like an inviting cloud.


    His mind was buzzing with anticipation..


    For a connoisseur like him, the scent alone was enough to judge the quality of the coffee beans. And


    with that unique coffee tin… there was no doubt about it. This brew had to be from his prized collection.


    His gaze settled on the steaming cup of coffee with its caramel crema, and he was utterly baffled. How


    on earth did his special blend end up


    here?


    With trembling hands, he lifted the cup and took a tentative sip. The full–bodied vor enveloped his


    taste buds, and although it should have tasted heavenly, it felt as bitter as quinine on his tongue. It was


    enough to make him want to cry.


    Shawn, oblivious to Donald’s turmoil, savored his own sip and, after a moment of reflection, praised the


    coffee with closed eyes, “Smooth with a hint of chocte and a touch of nuttiness. This aged blend is


    truly a delight.”


    Hearing Shawn’sments twisted the knife in Donald’s gut. Delightful, indeed. He had gone to such


    lengths to acquire and age this blend for seven or eight years, and it was too precious for him to even


    consider drinking himself!


    As Shawn refilled his own cup and noticed Donald’s was empty, he topped it off and casually inquired,


    “Donald, what do you make of this coffee?”


    Donald’s hand shook again as he forced a thin smile. “It’s quite… quite good…”


    After a few seconds, Donald’s eyesnded on the coffee tin on the table, and he asked, “Where did you


    pick up this fine blend, if I may ask?”


    A paternal smile spread across Shawn’s face as he nced at Mirabe, who was curled up on the


    couch, scrolling through her phone. “Oh, it wasn’t bought. It was a gift from one of Mira’s friends.”


    At that, Donald felt like exploding. The nerve of some people, using his coffee to curry favor.


    He knew it! On hisst visit to Riverdale, that brat hadn’t bothered to stop by the family home. Now, it


    was clear he had something to hide.


    “I’ll be sure to send you back home with some. It’s not arge batch, but it’s perfect for an asional


    indulgence,” Shawn offered politely.


    Donald, struggling to maintain hisposure, shook his head in refusal. “No, no, a gentleman doesn’t


    take away someone else’s treasure. I’m already fortunate enough to have had a taste today.”


    At the mention of ‘a gentleman, Mirabe looked up from her phone and cast a dismissive


    nce at Donald. If he were truly a gentleman, he wouldn’t be here causing trouble in her home.


    Donald continued to sip his coffee, the heartache rendering him too distracted to engage in much


    conversation with Shawn. Finally unable to contain his anger, Donald pulled out his phone, scrolled


    through his contacts, and tapped out a message with deliberate slowness.


    [You little brat, you’re in for it now!]


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    With that, he turned off his phone.


    Next door, James read the message half an hourter.


    “Judging by the content, Donald must have been in a state of extreme rage when he sent this,” Wyatt


    analyzed solemnly, holding James‘ phone.


    After cing the phone down, he asked, “Sir, what have you done today to get under Donald’s skin?”


    James cast a brief nce at him, “Did you find him?”


    “No… not yet,” Wyatt admitted, scratching his head.


    Well, if they hadn’t found him, James couldn’t have done something to upset Donald. B why would


    Donald suddenly send such a message?


    Wyatt was stumped. He turned to Curtis, who was standing nearby, and after a moment’s thought,


    suggested, “Curtis, can you trace where Donald sent that message from?”