Chapter 1797

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"Don't worry about it," Nick said with a shrug, peeling off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. His skin was naturally pale, but now his arm was a patchwork of bruises, with the area above his elbow swollen alarmingly.

The injury had come from a sparring session, where a brutal blow had dislocated his bone. Nick had tried to pop it back into place, leaving his arm pretty much useless now.

Reid winced at the sight. "That Axel, he's downright vicious. It's like he wanted to wreck your left hand on purpose!"

Even though it was an heir assessment and accidents could happen, Axel's aggressive move showed his true intentions. Mr. Nick was mainly left-handed, and with his hand in this state, it wasn't just about the afternoon shooting test-he'd struggle to even hold a gun.

"I let my guard down," Nick admitted with a rueful smile. He'd dealt with Axel before, but who would have thought someone who seemed so upright would pull such a dirty trick?

"Some folks, you just can't see coming," Reid sighed, carefully applying ointment to Nick's arm. "You really shouldn't put any more strain on this hand, or it'll mess up your recovery. About that shooting test later..."

Nick's arm trembled a bit from the ointment, but he gritted his teeth and cut off Reid's fussing. "I can still handle the shooting this afternoon."

Reid looked at Nick, clearly worried. "But..."

"With Chester not around, I need to hold his spot," Nick's voice was steady and determined.

Reid fell silent, focusing on the task at hand.

Once the treatment was done, Nick paused at the door and turned back to Reid.

"Mira doesn't need to know about this. Please, keep it between us."

Reid nodded, understanding. He couldn't help but recall Miss Mira's unexpected skills that morning "Miss Mira is surprisingly more capable than Miss Penelope I never saw that coming." S to s

Nick, who had only discovered his sister's talents today, kept that to himself instead flashing smile "Shes my sister, after She's amazing!" s

"Has Miss Mira ever handled a gun?" Reid asked, curious.

Nick knew where Reid was going with this and shook his head. "She only did some shooting during college military training, nothing like the real deal."

Reid scratched his nose, nodding in agreement. Just because Miss Mira was nimble didn't mean she could handle a gun.

Even if she could, she probably wouldn't outshoot Penelope. Penelope was a real sharpshooter.

Soon enough, Nick returned to the room where his sister was. He found her with a pen in hand, focused on some sketching. He wandered over.

"Mira, are you drawing a floor plan?" Nick asked, surprised, noticing the neat lines and labels on the paper.

Mirabella nodded, finishing the last section from memory before looking up. "Just helping someone out."

Nick glanced at the drawing again. It

looked like a lab's floor plan, but be didn't pry. He just figured she was sketching something for school and turned his attention elsewhere, pulling out a chair to sit

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Mirabella picked up her phone, snapped a picture of her sketch, and sent it off to

Curtis. After that, she crumpled the paper and tucked it into her pocket.

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