Chapter 1868

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Mirabella strolled in, wearing a face mask and a chic beige outfit. Her hair was casually pulled up in a loose bun, with a few strands playfully framing her face, giving her a look that was both relaxed and stylish.

The waiter guided her to a private room and quietly slipped away.

Hartlee was facing away from the door when he heard someone come in. When he turned and saw the tall, slender woman walking in, he couldn't help but do a double-take.

That night at the base, he'd only caught a glimpse of Mirabella as she hurried away. He knew she was a woman, but that was about it.

Now, as she settled down and took off her mask, Hartlee's eyes widened for a moment.

She wasn't just any woman; she was stunning and youthful. Was she even twenty? He remembered joking about her username and age before... and he felt his eyelid twitch.

Sometimes, you just stick your foot in your mouth.

Clearing his throat, Hartlee adjusted his coat to hide the tattoo on his neck and sat up straighter. He was ready to say hi but got caught up on what to call her.

Baldy? Lil' bro?

A line of exasperation creased Hartlee's forehead; those names were ridiculous. Mirabella seemed to catch his hesitation and raised an eyebrow. "Mirabella." Hartlee paused briefly, then replied, "Hartlee."

Mirabella nodded. "I know."

Hartlee: "...?"

Mirabella leaned back, as easygoing as an old friend. "Thanks for the help last time."

Hartlee, not quite as at ease, took a sip from his glass before saying, "No need to thank me. Didn't you cut us some slack that night?"

Though the base's entrance was

fortified with ancient mechanisms, it wouldn't have stood a chance against powerful explosives. If she hadn't shown restraint, he might not be sitting here now.

Hartlee saw things clearly. Mirabella chuckled, "I'm a good person."

Hartlee went quiet, pondering how someone who nearly blew up the whole base could define themselves as a "good person." Updates are released by FindN0vel.net

Just then, the door opened, and a waiter brought in coffee, setting it down before leaving again.

"You seem pretty familiar with the First Base. Been there before?" Hartlee asked, probing gently while thinking about the defenses and the woman who had slipped through then "Orare you the one they re after?"

Mirabella picked up a teaspoon, her fingers graceful as she stirred her coffee with practiced ease. She shrugged, her demeanor carefree. "Maybe."

Maybe was as good as a yes.

Hartlee's expression turned thoughtful. "Aren't you worried I might've set you up?” "Nah, you're not that kind of person," Mirabella replied lazily. "I can see that." Hartlee felt a fleeting warmth from her trust, quickly dashed by her blunt honesty. This was the kind of friendship as fragile as glass—one misstep, and it shattered.

He sighed, recognizing the same "Old Baldy" from their online chats, seamlessly blending with the person before him.

In the private room, any awkwardness from meeting an online friend for the first time evaporated completely.