Chapter 468


    Not long after Shawn hung up the phone, a sleek ck sedan pulled up, parking right behind his car.


    Had Mirabe been there, she would have recognized it as the same car that had been tailing them.


    Grady stepped out and made his way to the driver’s side, tapping on the window. It lowered, and he


    respectfully greeted, “Mr. Shawn.”


    Shawn gave him a slight nod, his voice tinged with mild annoyance. “Grady, your tailing skills need


    some work.”


    At those words, Gredy’s heart sank a bit. He hardly knew how to exin that he had been as discreet


    as possible in his surveince. He did not understand how he still got spotted by the youngdy. After


    all, the young miss was just a girl, naive to the ways of the world. If others heard of this, where would


    he, the chief steward, put his reputation?


    Clearing his throat, Grady replied, “I’ll be more careful next time.”


    “Yeah, you’ve been working hard these days.”


    Grady shook his head with a smile. “It’s no trouble. Looking after the young miss is my duty.”


    Something crossed Shawn’s mind; raising his eyebrows, hemented, “You guys did well yesterday.”


    Grady was momentarily taken aback, then realized Mr. Shawn was referring to the incident in the


    livestream chat. His expression turned cold. “Those nobodies thinking they can ride on the young miss‘


    coattails?”


    Was the Davis family’s darling princess someone to be trifled with?


    Without much further conversation, they both soon left the school grounds.


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    Meanwhile, Mirabe entered her ssroom and took her seat. After a moment’s thought, she pulled a


    spiral notebook from her desk and began to write.


    It was still study hall, no teachers were around, and the students were left to their own devices.


    –


    Before long, Mirabe’s notebook was filled with a long list of symbols and equations aplex array


    that was neither purely literary nor scientific.


    Jenna nced over, intending to strike up a conversation. Still, noticing Mirabe’s deep concentration,


    she refrained from disturbing her and quietly pulled out a math worksheet to practice.


    When Vincent arrived at the back door of The Advanced ss, Mirabe’s figure was the first thing he


    saw. He was carrying something in his hands and paused only for a few seconds before stepping


    inside.


    As Vincent approached, Mirabe was still engrossed in her data analysis and didn’t notice someone


    standing by her side until a couple of minutes had passed, and she suddenly looked up.


    Seeing Vincent, Mirabe was slightly startled, and her arm was casually draped over her notebook,


    concealing its contents.


    Vincent’s


    gaze shifted from the notebook, and after a pause, he exined, “I didn’t understand what you were


    writing.”


    It would have been a surprise if he had. Mirabe’s eyebrows lifted as she asked, “What do you need?”


    As she spoke, her eyes inadvertently swept over the item in his hands, and her expression darkened


    slightly.


    Noticing the swift change in Mirabe’s demeanor, Vincent coughed and handed over the rolled–up


    papers. “I heard you got a challenge from someone at Eagle High School. I had my cousin fetch some


    mathpetition problemspiled by a renowned teacher.”


    “I don’t need them, thanks,” Mirabe responded tly, rejecting the offer.


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    Truth be told, she hadn’t yet shaken off the terror of being dominated by the three massive boxes of


    worksheets Nick had sent.


    Seeing her reaction, Vincent set the papers on her desk and said in an even tone, “Do you remember


    that guy, Jack?”


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