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Chapter 409
Chapter 409
Mirabella felt the pressure on her shoulder diminish, and she seemed to finally snap back to reality. Turning to look at him, it took her a moment before she rasped, “Thanks, I’m fine.”
“Be careful. A fall from here isn’t just a simple injury,” James warned, glancing down before adding with a half–joke, “You don’t look like you’ve got much muscle on you. Need me to play the knight and carry you down?”
James‘ words resonated clearly through the phone, which was still clutched tightly in Mirabella’s hand.
The old man, mid–bite into his apple, perked up at the conversation, a sudden excitement flashing across his face.
A wry smile twitched at the corners of Mirabella’s mouth as she shrugged off the hand from her shoulder and headed down the stairs. “I’m alright.” Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.
Once downstairs, Mirabella remembered the call was still connected and, with a tone thick with impatience, she held the phone to her ear. “Cut the act. You tick me off, and I won’t spare even the elderly.”
James, walking alongside, overheard and cast a discreet glance at Mirabella. “The kid’s got a short fuse today,” James thought.
“Oh, then you’d better come visit me. If you don’t, I’ll just show up at your doorstep. And hey, I haven’t had dinner yet, so sort yourself out,” the old man on the other end of the line said nonchalantly before hanging up.
Mirabella sighed. Never had she seen such a brazen freeloader!
James coughed and casually inquired, “Who’s this?”
Rubbing her temples, Mirabella quickly pocketed her phone. “It’s nothing. I’m heading home, and there’s no need to walk me out.”
With that, she strode toward the villa’s exit, her tall, slender silhouette seemingly radiating a barely– there aura of threat.
Curtis, just entering, greeted her, but she only waved back without a trace of expression. Sensing that same menacing vibe, Curtis approached his boss and asked with genuine curiosity, “Is Ms. Mirabella in a bad mood today?”
With his eyes half–closed, James replied softly, “Seems like something’s up.”
At that, Curtis piped up, “Should I look into it?” Mirabella had become their savior, so her concerns were now their own, demanding their attention.
James glanced at him and simply said, “No need,” before turning to walk into the living
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Toom, where he settled into a couch with an ease that suggested he had all the time in the warld
“Alright then” Curtis followed, ready to deliver his report.
James lounged back, legs casually crossed, embodying relazed grace. After a moment, The opened his eyes and looked at Curtis. “Where’s my grandfather?”
Scratching his head, Curtis looked embarrassed. “The staff report that Donald has left Riverdale, but where to, I’m not sure. He shook off anyone who was following him.*
James massaged his temples, clearly irritated. “Alright, I got it.”
“I’ll have people monitor the airports, train stations, hotels, and resorts. As soon as they spot Donald, I’ll have him followed,” Curtis offered,
James hummed in acknowledgment, paused, and then added, “Donald’s always been slippery, not one to take the beaten path. It’s no surprise if he’s hard to track. Just make sure the people in Riverdale don’t catch wind that he’s gone rogue.”
Curtis nodded in understanding. “Got it.”