Chapter 1903

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James watched Mirabella, her expression unreadable. After spending the whole night outside, her hair was damp with dew, and her face looked pale and drawn, her lips colorless.

James felt a tug at his heart. He shrugged off his coat and gently draped it over Mirabella's shoulders. "The Davis family has strong roots," he reassured her. "I don't think things are as bad as they seem."

Mirabella gave a small nod. "I know."

She wasn't too concerned about the Davis family's fate. Even if other families ganged up against them, it wouldn't be a quick task to shake the foundation of such an old lineage, especially with The Mirror backing them.

Just then, Mirabella recalled something Maverick had mentioned before he died last night. He had said she couldn't change anyone's destiny. Now, it seemed "anyone" included not just the elders but perhaps her own family too.

Maverick was gone, but Santos hadn't shown up yet... As she thought about it, Mirabella glanced one last time toward the gravestone. The Massolio family was no more, and no one would disturb them again.

Mirabella turned away, her emotions locked away deep inside. "Let's go."

"Alright." James nodded and reached for Mirabella's hand, but the moment he did, he sensed something was off.

Mirabella adjusted the coat on her shoulders as if warding off the cold.

Seeing this, James didn't think much more of it.

As they walked out, Miles was still sitting on the stone steps with a bulky, old- looking laptop on his knees. Despite its appearance, the screen was ultra-clear and faster than any current model.

As Mirabella and her group stepped out, Miles paused his work, stood up, and said softly, "My condolences."

Mirabella nodded slightly, her eyes scanning the laptop screen where lines of code continued to flicker. Seeing her interest, Miles hesitated before saying, "Are you sure you want to destroy all this?"

The laptop was filled with advanced program codes beyond anything he'd seen, far surpassing current technology. Any one of them could cause a sensation if revealed.

Because of its uniqueness, he hadn't yet destroyed the contents.

Mirabella's voice was cold. "Keeping the source of evil only invites more trouble."

If the Massolio family had been just simple, reclusive healers, today's events might not have unfolded. But they weren't, and as long as these things existed, more like Maverick could appear...

"True." Miles sighed. He didn't know where this futuristic tech came from, but he understood the risks. "Rest assured, I'll never speak of what's inside.”

Mirabella gave him a knowing look. "How much you learn is up to you."

Miles blinked, taking a moment to process her words. He finally understood why Mirabella hadn't hesitated to show him the laptop.

Maybe it was to let him access something truly valuable.

Miles felt touched by this trust. As he began to destroy the contents, he silently vowed to work even harder. Mirabella wasn't aware of Miles's thoughts, nor did she check if he was truly erasing the data. She told James to hang on a moment, heading back to a secret chamber.

When she returned, all the mechanisms in the forbidden area had been destroyed, like a closed-off corridor through time.

All the secrets of the Massolio family were sealed forever, resting with the elders.

**Time was of the essence. After leaving the Massolio family's secluded estate, Mirabella got word that Chester and Nellie had been taken to the first base by elite assassins. Without delay, she headed straight back to Merrywoods.

They traveled via a special route of The Mirror, making the journey smooth.

On the way back, Mirabella was mostly silent, an aura of an impending storm surrounding her that anyone could feel.

As soon as they got off the plane, Miles's subordinate brought over a man. Despite his ordinary clothes, his trained presence was unmistakable.

Seeing Mirabella, the man visibly relaxed and approached her. "You must be Ms. Mirabella? My master sent this for you."

The man handed her an envelope respectfully.

Mirabella looked him over. "Prince Lockie?"

The man was slightly surprised but nodded quickly. "Yes, my master found this information by chance and said if you need anything regarding the Davis family, just ask."

Mirabella took the envelope, glanced inside, her eyes narrowing slightly, then returned the contents. "Thank the prince for his kindness. I'll visit soon."

"No need for formalities," the man understood her polite refusal, bowing slightly before leaving.

As the others moved away, Mirabella turned to James, handing him the file. "Do you have history with this Asa?"

She remembered that last time at the Duke's estate, James had found that Asa's target was her. But now, in Prince Lockie's documents, there was a file about James, marked as top secret. "Hmm?" James glanced at Mirabella, pulling out the documents. "What about him?"

"He's researching you," Mirabella said, a flash of disdain in her eyes.

She despised those who conducted experiments and research.

James skimmed through the documents quickly, finishing in less than a minute.

He frowned, "The Arango family has been into biochemical research for generations. I haven't had much interaction with Asa."

"You might have something they're interested in," Mirabella said, her tone sarcastic, knowing researchers often had premeditated plans.

Thinking it over, Mirabella continued, "Be careful, okay?"

She doubted Lockie's information was obtained 'accidentally.' Otherwise, he

wouldn't have reached out to The Mirror.

"I know," James nodded.

Mirabella acknowledged with a soft hum.

Just then, Wyatt, who'd been following behind, received a call. He stepped aside

to listen, his face showing shock, "The primary base was destroyed?"

Mirabella turned her head at Wyatt's voice.

Noticing her gaze, Wyatt ended the call and approached Mirabella. "Just now, the primary base was destroyed."

Mirabella frowned.

"Someone activated the self-destruct mechanism," Wyatt said, glancing at

Mirabella with hesitation, "There may be... no survivors."

A few hours

ago, they had learned

that Mirabella's team had been

taken back to Merrywoods by a

master assassin. Now, with the base

destroyed Jim's fate was uncertain

Wyatt's eyes showed concern,

troubled by the string of events.

If Jim had been harmed, the situation would be worse than they imagined.

"I'll have someone trace Mr. Davis and his team," Miles said, acknowledging the

unexpected turn of events as he pulled out his phone.

"I'll also follow up on the base situation..." Wyatt added.

Just as the two were about to make their calls, Mirabella's phone rang.

It was from a blocked number.

Mirabella narrowed her eyes, answering the call.

Once connected, there was a moment of silence, so quiet it seemed like no one

was there.

Mirabella's expression remained cold, not speaking first.

When it came to patience, she had plenty.

"Ms. Mirabella," finally came a voice-young, deep, yet laced with a casual

indifference, "Jim is with me."

Mirabella raised her head slightly,

her gaze brushing over the

Bal

documents in James's hand, her lips curling as she swiftly identified the

caller. "Asa."

"Ms. Mirabella seems hardly surprised at all," Asa chuckled, unsurprised that

Mirabella deduced his identity from just one sentence.

After all, a woman capable of

resolving internal conflicts within the Davis family and gaining everyone's

approval couldn't

ordinary

Mirabellas tone was calm, not

.n

beating around the bush, "What's

your goal?"

"Why don't we discuss it in person?" Asa suggested, lounging on his sofa, his long

fingers tapping lazily against his knee.

“Alright, send me the address," Mirabella agreed without hesitation.

Asa raised an eyebrow, appreciating her directness, though... what a pity.

Without further words, he ended the call.

Mirabella lowered her lashes, removing the phone from her ear just as an address

message popped up.

After glancing at it, she said to Wyatt and Miles, "No need to search. Chester is

with Asa."

The two visibly relaxed at her words.

It didn't matter who had him, as long as he was unharmed. Official source is fin?novel.net

“Are you heading there now to meet him?” James asked, glancing at Mirabella's

phone.

"Yes," Mirabella nodded, her expression icy. "I'm curious to see what he's

planning."

With that, she turned and strode purposefully toward the exit.

James leaned over to give Wyatt a few instructions before following Mirabella.

**The address Asa sent was not at the Arango family estate but in an area outside official jurisdiction, known for its unrest.

It was also the place where Mirabella's friends had been taken by Santos, luring

her in.

Moreover, it was the very spot where, in a past life, Maverick had first ensnared

her with his schemes.

It seemed like everything was coming full circle.

Mirabella looked at the open fa?ade of the mansion before her, a sardonic smile

playing on her lips.