Chapter 1883

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Wyatt guided the pair into the office. As they stepped inside, a middle-aged man in a suit was deep in conversation with James. By the way he carried himself, it was clear he held a significant position, yet he showed a great deal of respect toward James.

"I'll make sure my team keeps an eye on things. We won't let anyone threaten Pine Valley," the man assured him.

James nodded slightly, his gaze lifting to the doorway. Upon spotting Mirabella, the sternness in his expression eased a bit.

Noticing the change, the middle-aged man wisely stood up. "I'll let you get back to it, James. I don't want to interrupt."

With that, he gave a polite nod and exited, casting a curious glance at Mirabella and Miles on his way out. He couldn't help but wonder about their story.

Once the man was gone, Wyatt took it upon himself to close the office door.

"Mr. Miles," James greeted warmly, not at all surprised to see him. After all, yesterday's course wasn't part of the Davis family's territory.

"James," Miles replied with a casual wave, his blond hair slightly tousled, and his skin impeccably maintained. "You two carry on; don't mind me."

Wyatt's expression shifted subtly as he glanced at James. Despite his concern over Trevor and the missing plane, he suggested, "Maybe I could take Mr. Miles

for a stroll? Introduce him to Minister Green and his team."

During their journey here, Miles had subtly praised their national security

department, and Wyatt, sharp as ever, caught the hint.

Forging a link with The Mirror would be something Minister Green would definitely appreciate.

James turned to Miles. "What do you think, Mr. Miles?"

Miles seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea and nodded, "Sure thing."

His passion was always about exploring new business opportunities.

Soon enough, Wyatt led Miles out of the office.

Now, it was just Mirabella and James. James poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Mirabella. "You came back last night without a word."

"Didn't have a chance," Mirabella replied, holding the cup without drinking from it. She sat down

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investigation going on your end?"

James's gaze hardened slightly, a hint of frustration shadowing his eyes. "We haven't found any trace of the plane."

In fact, it wasn't just Pine Valley; he'd also alerted others to keep tabs on different routes. Yet, after four or five hours, the plane that should have shown up seemed to have vanished into thin air.

No crash, but no trace either. A mystery.

Mirabella looked at James, pausing for a moment before asking, "Do you trust me?"

James met Mirabella's eyes, noticing the faint red veins in her dark pupils, a sign she hadn't rested well.

He smiled, unfaltering. "I've never doubted you."

If he didn't trust her, he wouldn't be sitting here so calmly.

As James's words lingered, Mirabella also broke into a slight smile and said, "If

my calculations are right, we'll find the plane in less than half an hour." Read full story at f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?.net

To be precise, the other side would reveal the plane's location themselves.

Since she had gotten off the plane, she'd been piecing everything together, and only now did it all click.

From the start, Mr. Maverick's intention was merely to draw her back here.

Mirabella's eyes held a certain

mystique, making them hard to decipher. As her focus sharpened she returned to normal. "Have someone bring the ivory statue."

Some things need to end where they began.