Chapter 1782

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"Looks like it," Wyatt replied. "There's talk about some ancient site in Baycliffe, loaded with artifacts and rare treasures. The town's buzzing with people already."

"But I've got a team shadowing Trevor and his crew, so there shouldn't be any hiccups," Wyatt added confidently.

James, always trusting Wyatt's judgment, nodded. "Okay."

Wyatt gave James a cautious look, thinking it over before he asked, "Want to check out the action ourselves?"

James's eyes flickered with interest.

"Where there's treasure, there's bound to be a gang of thieves. Maybe that scoundrel who pinched our stuff last time will pop up," Wyatt said, clearly annoyed.

After years of chasing that rogue, it was downright embarrassing not to have caught him yet!

At that moment, Mirabella appeared from the basement, pausing briefly when she caught Wyatt's mention of the "scoundrel."

She shot Wyatt a glance, then moved to pour herself a glass of warm water.

James noticed her and paused the chat with Wyatt, asking, "All done?"

Wyatt stepped aside, nodding at Mirabella. "Ms. Mirabella."

Mirabella leaned casually against the counter, her tone indifferent, "Nope, just thirsty. Came up for some water."

She took a sip, not even glancing at the two men nearby.

Ha, scoundrel.

Even if the scoundrel strolled right in, they wouldn't notice.

Wyatt rubbed his nose, sensing something was off with Ms. Mirabella's mood. He turned to James and whispered, "Did you tick off Ms. Mirabella again?"

James: "..."

"A lady needs to be pampered," Wyatt muttered. James's cheek twitched, "If you've got nothing else, you can head out."

Wyatt zipped his lips and quickly exited the villa.

As soon as he left, Mirabella was about to head back to the basement to tinker with her robots when her phone buzzed.

An unknown number.

Mirabella glanced at it dismissively and hung up.

If it wasn't through Messenger, she had no interest. ? ?s? ?s find?novel.net

**Davis Estate**

Penelope heard the dial tone cut off and calmly set her phone aside.

"How'd it go?" Jaime, lounging on the sofa, asked, watching Penelope.

"She hung up," Penelope replied coolly.

Jaime pursed his lips, not surprised. "I told you, Zach's niece isn't exactly approachable."

Penelope didn't comment further, just said, "Whether she picks up or not doesn't matter. The family's business isn't her concern."

Jaime raised an eyebrow, "Good

thinking, Penelope. As long as weet

don't acknowledge her as

Miss Mira

of the Davis family, she won't be."

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With a thoughtful pause, Jaime continued, "To me, there's no one better suited to

be Miss Mira than you."

"Let's keep such talk private, don't

want it becoming gossip fodderet

Penelope said, her lashes, lowering,

hiding her thoughts Who Miss Mira is doesn't matter to me." s

Acknowledging the need for

discretion, Jaime checked the time and stood up, "Let's head to the meeting room. The council should be all there by now." s