Chapter 519


    Mirabe’s eyes, which had been shut, fluttered open at W


    yatt’s inquiry. Her mind was brought back to Curtis‘ unexpected appearance at her home earlier in the


    afternoon, and a flicker of intrigue passed through her clear gaze.


    After pondering for a brief moment, she responded nonchntly, “Just got it online, some no–name


    brand, I don’t quite recall what it was called.”


    At her words, Wyatt nearly mistook the elerator for the brake, causing the car to jolt for an instant.


    What was he hearing? Could you just buy DO Group’s not–for–sale surveince systems online?


    N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    Was the world’s foremost cutting–edge techpany a no–name brand?


    Was Ms. Mirabe somehow mistaken about what ‘no–name‘ meant?


    Wyatt’s expression turned incrediblyplex, and he suddenly felt the urge to pull up every shred of


    information on the DO Group and school her on it. After a long silence, he spoke up, his voiceced


    with a hint of irony, “Id love to install one of those ‘no–name brand security systems at my ce, too.”


    Mirabe cast a nce at him and retorted, “Well, you can keep wishing.”


    Wyatt was rendered speechless.


    James‘ lips twitched, evidently ustomed to Mirabe’s casual fibs, knowing full well he wouldn’t get


    a straight answer out of her. He cleared his throat and said to Wyatt, ‘Just drive.”


    Wyatt mped his mouth shut.


    James” elbow casually rested on the door frame, and his fingers propped his temple. He turned his


    head slightly, his gaze sporadicallynding on Mirabe’s face, filled with profound meaning. It seemed


    the youngdy had quite a few secrets up her sleeve.


    Mirabe ignored the scrutinizing looks from James, tilted her head, and rested back into the seat,


    closing her eyes to rest. The car fell into a tranquil silence.


    Wyatt shot a nce at the rear–view mirror before refocusing on the road ahead. However, after a


    couple of traffic light intersections, he sensed that their car might be tailed. Despite the distance and


    the trailing car’s decent attempt at stealth, it couldn’t escape Wyatt’s vignce.


    Narrowing his eyes, he veered off at the next intersection, not towards their neighborhood but down a


    side street, elerating as he did.


    This prompted Mirabe to open her eyes. Noticing they were no longer on the main road but had


    turned onto a one–way street, she raised an eyebrow in question.


    After a series of twists and turns, veering off their intended path and winding through the city’s


    backstreets, they finally shook off the taill. Wyatt exhaled in relief and turned back toward the


    neighborhood.


    Damn, which rival family had sent that persistent shadow? It took over twenty minutes to shake them


    off.


    ncing at the rear–view mirror and seeing Mirabe sitting quietly, ap


    apparently unaware of any oddity, Wyatt felt at ease.


    The Shepherd family was indeed one of Riverdales eget prestigious, and James was naturally under


    tight surveince by other familles. Given his known health issues, which werenay secret, those


    wishing to strike from the shadows were legion. Being followed like today was nothing new. If it weren’t


    for the premce of Ms. Mirabe, who had yet to be exposed to the darker side of things, they wouldn’t


    have just let it slide with a simple evasion.


    With a subtle shift in his gaze, Wyatt slowed the car back to a regr pace. Some minutester, they


    finally arrived at the neighborhood. Wyatt parked outside the Davis family’s grand estate. Mirabe bid


    James a quick farewell and promptly exited the vehicle.


    Once Mirabe was safely inside, Wyatt restarted the car