Chapter 521


    Wyatt coughed, promptly shattering the stillness of the living room. “Really, it’s no big deal if Mr. Benald


    stays he said, a casual draw in his voice. “I could just have a few extra guys tail him discreetly.”


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    Curtis turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “What’s going on?”


    Wyatt then gave him the lowdown on being tailed on the way back to the neighborhood and shared his


    insights on the current situation. After listening, Curtis paused for a few seconds before saying, “I’m


    leaning toward sending Mr. Donald home; 188.”


    With the situation so murky, having Donald around was just adding to the worry.


    “But knowing Mr. Donald and his temper…” Wyatt let out a sigh.


    Donald skipped dinner over a little disagreement.


    “It’s fine. The old man blows up fast, but he cools down just as quick,” Curtis reassured. Then, after a


    brief pause, he circled back to the matter at hand. “I’ll go check out who was behind that little incident


    tonight.”


    “Right, we need to get to the bottom of this. We can handle ourselves, but God forbid someone starts


    targeting Ms. Mirabe, Wyatt said, his voice taking on a serious note.


    Ms. Mirabe was a top–notch alchemist, and the way James looked out for her said volumes about


    her importance. Not to mention, with Ms. Mirabe around, James‘ chronic condition was thest thing


    they had to worry about.


    Curtis nced at Wyatt. “I’m on it.” With that, he picked up his ss of red wine and headed back to


    the cer.


    Wyatt watched Curtis disappear before turning back. “James, should we arrange for someone to look


    after Ms. Mirabe?”


    James‘ gaze was distant as if recalling something, and he simply shook his head. “No need.”


    Wyatt was visibly taken aback, having not expected James to dismiss the idea so readily. After a


    moment of surprise, he asked again, uncertain, “But… Ms. Mirabe is just an ordinary person with no


    means to protect herself. Are you sure we shouldn’t arrange protection?”


    James picked up his cutlery and resumed his dinner with refined grace. It was a while before his voice


    floated back. “No”


    “Alright then,” Wyatt said, touching the tip of his nose. Though he didn’t grasp the full story, he trusted


    James‘ judgment and decided not to press further.


    Meanwhile, Mirabe had just gotten home to find Shawn looking rather perplexed. He’d been informed


    his daughter had given ther bodyguards the slip,


    Today, Grady’s men had followed his daughter closely, shadowing her to the library and then watching


    her climb into a private sedan. Normally, a private car wouldn’t raise eyebrows, but this one had


    managed to lose the bodyguards tailing it, which was curious, to say


    the least.


    Any average Joe wouldn’t stand a chance of shaking off those guards, yet not only had they been


    ditched, but it had also be painfully clear that whoever was driving had some serious counter–


    surveince skills. So, who exactly had his daughter hitched a ride with?


    Shawn kept his suspicions to himself, casually asking you cab it home, sweetheart?”


    Mirabe, cing her purse on a side cab and oblivious fo shawn’s scrutinizing look, replied,


    “Caught a ride with someone.”


    “Oh? A friend?” he prodded.


    She hummed in affirmation and moved to pour herself a ss of warm water After a couple of sips, she


    finally noticed Shawn’s oddly inquisitive stare and narrowed her eyes slightly. “Dad?”