Chapter 532


    Johnny was momentarily stunned when he heard it. Did that mean there would still be a charge??


    Quick on the uptake, he snapped back to reality and blurted out instinctively, “How much for the


    consultation?”


    Mirabe’s eyebrows arched slightly, seemingly pleased with his quick response. “Depends on the


    situation,” she said simply.


    At her words, Johnny’s mind raced back to the other day when he had talked to the Davis family about


    asking Mirabe for another consultation and how readily she had agreed. So, it was all about the


    money, after all.


    Johnny felt a twinge ofplexity in his heart and suddenly asked, “Ms. Mirabe, you don’t catch up


    with the news much, do you?”


    Mirabe was busy scrolling on her phone, replying to messages, when she heard Johnny’s seemingly


    out–of–the–blue question. She looked up. “Never watch it.”


    That figures.


    A knowing look passed through Johnny’s eyes–as someone who kept up with the news would certainly


    recognize his boss and wouldn’t bring up the matter of a consultation fee.


    But on second thought, he realized it was probably for the best. If she didn’t recognize the boss, it


    saved them a lot of hassle and worry that she might leverage the medical visit to make more exorbitant


    demands.


    Oblivious to Johnny’s thoughts, Mirabe continued her texting, her fingers tapping lightly on the


    screen. [Currently not brewing any potions.]


    No Stealing My Meds: [Ah, when will you be making more Vitality Pills?]


    No Stealing My Meds‘ was among the few from Mirabe’s online circle with her Messenger contact.


    He was added precisely because of Leo’s poisoning.


    Mirabe typed back, [Lack the proper equipment, so I can’t brew.]


    In the past, she might have used Niki’sb, but now… well, it was a tad awkward. It seemed like she


    had to get her own set of alchemy apparatus.


    No Stealing My Meds: [What equipment do you need? I could get it for you.]


    Mirabe’s lips twitched into a half–smile, replying, [No need. I generally have no time.]


    No Stealing My Meds: [Sigh, what are you busy with]


    Too busy to even make money!


    Mirabe nced out the car window and, after a pause, replied, [Busy with next year’s exams.]


    No Stealing My Meds: [That attempt at humor was not funny in the slightest.]


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    Mirabe didn’t respond further and pocketed her phone.


    After another half–hour drive, they finally entered a highly secured residential area. As they passed


    through the gates, Mirabe purposely nced at the security guards, who all seemed as if they were


    well–trained. Inside, the area was under constant surveince, nearly 360–degree coverage without


    blind spots.


    Johnny didn’t exin any of this to Mirabe, and the bodyguard driver had taken a few detours before


    entering themunity as if to shake off any possible tails.


    Eventually, they pulled into the driveway of a vi within themunity, where the bodyguard parked


    the car, turned off the ignition, and swiftly got out to open the door for Mirabe.


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    Stepping out, Mirabe surveyed the yard, noting not just the cameras but also infrared scanners–clear


    signs of high security. There was hardly any need to investigate, as Owen’s status was practically


    announced.


    “Ms. Mirabe, please follow me,” Johnny said, closing the car door with a focused gaze and leading


    the way into the vi.


    Mirabe withdrew her assessing gaze and with hands in her coat pockets, followed behind Johnny at


    an even pace, her demeanor calm, her beautiful face devoid of any trace of intimidation.