Chapter 1882

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In Miles's mind, Fortuna was the ultimate goddess, someone who could handle anything life threw her way. So, when he found himself genuinely surprised, it was a rare feeling.

Mirabella, unfazed by the chatterbox trailing behind her, occasionally let her slender, pale fingers dance over the laptop keyboard. The plane had already crossed into national airspace, turning what should have been a fifteen-hour journey into just five. In another half hour, they'd touch down in Carnell Ridge.

Despite their progress, satellite records tracking flights to Carnell Ridge still hadn't picked up on the plane Trevor and his crew were on. It wasn't a matter of signal issues; it was as if the plane never intended to head there in the first place. Mirabella's gaze was sharp, confident in her suspicions, yet the lack of the plane's trace was indeed baffling.

With a quick glance at her watch, Mirabella decided to stop fixating on the satellite signals. She leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and massaged her temples, letting her tense nerves slowly unwind. Seeing this, Miles wisely kept quiet.

Half an hour later, they landed in Carnell Ridge. As soon as they did, Mirabella's phone reconnected to the network, and a flurry of messages from Wyatt flooded in. After reading them, she called him directly.

Wyatt and his team had arrived at Carnell Ridge an hour earlier and had been trying to reach her since. Finally getting through, Wyatt's voice carried a hint of urgency, "Ms. Mirabella, your phone's finally on..."

Mirabella acknowledged softly as she stepped off the plane, skipping small talk and getting straight to business, "Where are you now?"

Wyatt hesitated for a moment, then instinctively gave their location. Mirabella nodded, familiar with the ins and outs of Carnell Ridge, "Alright, I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"You're not... back in Carnell Ridge too, are you?" Wyatt's eyes widened in realization. No wonder they couldn't reach her earlier. Th?s chapter is updated by find·novel·net

"Yes," Mirabella answered matter-of-factly.

Wyatt got the hint, "We'll wait for you." Mirabella hung up, pocketing her phone. She paused, turned to Miles, who was following her off the plane, and said, "Thanks."

Miles stopped, immediately catching the meaning behind her gratitude. His lips twitched into a wry smile, "Really? You can't just use people and toss them aside." His entourage also came to a halt.

Miles cleared his throat and added in a quieter tone, "I do have a reputation to uphold, you know!"

"What's worth more, reputation or life?" Mirabella asked with a playful, knowing grin.

"Fortuna, of course."

Miles kept his cheerful demeanor, as if joking, but there was a genuine ring to his words. Mirabella studied him for a moment before turning. away, heading towards the tarmac exit.

This was The Mirror's special liaison office in Carnell Ridge, and a car was already parked nearby, waiting for them. Shortly after, they were on their way.

Half an hour later, Mirabella reunited with Wyatt and his team at the official administration building of Carnell Ridge. "James is waiting upstairs for you."

Wyatt, who knew Miles from

previous encounters and was aware of his status, greeted him politely. With others around, Miles had

already slipped into his more

reserved persona, nodding as he

followed Mirabella.

As they entered the official

premises, Miles couldn't help but marvel at the strategic advantage of having Fortuna, or Mirabella, in his corner While The Mirror was al wide reaching marketplace dealing injust about anything, its ties with official channels weren't extensive. This trip might just be the perfect chance to broaden those connections.