Chapter 449


    Wyatt couldn’t help but feel like he’d stumbled into a fantasy novel. With a hint of uncertainty, he asked,


    “Donald, were you really staying with the Davis family?”


    That’s why I keep telling you, you’re all so clueless!” Donald huffed with a touch of annoyance.


    Rubbing his nose, Wyatt thought, “Who would’ve guessed you’d sneak off to Ms. Mirabe’s ce


    without making a peep?”


    Curtis, on hearing this,psed into a contemtive silence. If Donald was simply crashing with the


    neighbors, Curtis wouldn’t give it another thought. But the real kicker was that every time he tried to


    track him down, the signa


    signal wass


    jammed. Donald was noputer whiz, and he didn’t have any tech gurus in his entourage. So, was it


    possible the Davis household had a signal jammer?


    It struck Curtis as odd for an average family to have such a device, one designed to shield from


    tracking.


    Moreover, if even he couldn’t crack the interference, it meant this was no ordinary jammer.


    Curtis furrowed his brow, about to voice his concerns when he met his boss‘ gaze and promptly


    mmed up. If he could think of it, surely his boss had as well.


    James‘ intense gaze turned toward Donald. “Shall I drive you back to Riverdale tomorrow?”


    The mention of leaving had Donald thumping his cane on the ground with force. “You cheeky brat, I’ve


    just arrived, and you’re already trying to boot me out?”


    “You don’t have much to keep you entertained here,” James remarked coolly.


    “I don’t need you fussing over me. I’ve made up my mind to stay put for a month or two. Leaving is out


    of the question.”


    With that, Donald rose to his feet and turned to Wyatt. “Where’s my room? Show me where I can rest.”


    After ncing at James for approval, Wyatt hurried over to assist Donald.


    James pinched the bridge of his nose, his silence lingering. What a headache.


    **


    Back in the living room, Mirabe saw Shawn tidying up the chess set. After a moment’s thought, she


    joined in the cleanup and casually asked, “Dad, were you and Mom putting on an act with Donald


    yesterday?”


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    Shawn paused to pick up the chess pieces and looked up at his daughter with a smile. “Not exactly.”


    After a brief pause, he continued, “At first, we thought the call from Donald to your phone was from


    someone back home. He reminded us so much of an old acquaintance, and when you said you didn’t


    know him, we didn’t want to blow his cover without understanding why he suddenly showed up.”


    Mirabe touched her nose. “So, you do know him.”


    “Yep,” Shawn nodded, his expression turning serious as he thought of the Shepherd family. “If you run


    into Donald again, try to steer clear, will you?” He was worried that Mirabe’s casual references to


    Donald might ruffle his feathers.


    Dropping thest of the chess pieces into the box, Mirabe didn’t press further, simply replying, “Sure,


    got it.”


    A look of relief washed over Shawn’s face as he watched his obedient daughter. Thinking of how Zach


    wouldn’t be home anytime soon, his spirits lifted even further, and he suggested, “Since it’s Saturday,


    how about we go out for dinner and then hit a karaoke bar for a few hours?”


    At the mention of karaoke, Mirabe nced at the time on her wristwatch and remembered, “Dad, did


    you forget about Leo’s flight at three today? He should be almost home by now.”


    Shawn’s face fell. Zach was out of the picture, and now Leo wasing back–life sure was full of


    surprises.