Chapter 434
James leaned back casually, his long legs crossed in an effortlessly rebellious pose that seemed to scream ‘apolled rich kid. His voice carried a tinge of melancholy as he spoke, I’m just a guy with a frall constitution, living off the family fortune without a job to my name.”
Mirabella shot him a glance. Living in a mansion, flanked by two beefy bodyguards wherever he went, and he called himself unemployed? What a poser.
Her phone buzzed In her pocket. Cool as a cucumber, Mirabella fished it out to see it was her mom calling. She quickly answered, “Hey, Mom, how’s it going?”
“Sweetheart, how’s Zach’s blind date event shaping up?” her mother inquired eagerly.
Mirabella lifted her head, scanning the bustling blind date event for Zach, but she couldn’t spot him immediately. She vaguely responded, “Seems like he’s hitting it off, I guess.”
Her mom, Delilah, relaxed at that, chuckling, “Well, that’s a relief. I was worried your brother might pull a no–show.”
“Nope, he’s there,” Mirabella affirmed truthfully.
“By the way, did you run into a girl wearing a yellow dress, with long hair, and quite the looker? She’s got a cartoon pin on her chest,” Delilah added after a brief pause.
Touching the tip of her nose, Mirabella asked, “Is she one of Zach’s dates for today?”
“Yep, a friend’s daughter. I’ll send you her picture on Messenger. If you see her, try to nudge your brother into striking up a conversation,” Delilah instructed.
“Alright, Mom,” Mirabella agreed.
After hanging up, she soon received the photo from her mom. The girl in the picture
looked to be in her early twenties, indeed quite attractive, with a certain refreshing vivacity
in her eyes.
Standing up, Mirabella turned to James and said nonchalantly, “I’ve got to run an errand. Be right back.”
“Sure,” James replied smoothly, and after a thought, added, “When will you be back?”
Mirabella uttered an “Ah,” as she realized the question, and said, “Not sure, actually. Don’t wait up,” and with that, she headed towards the event.
But after a few steps, James called out, “Hold on a sec.”
Mirabella turned around, her eyes filled with curiosity, “Yeah?”
James stood and, with an unhurried gait, approached her, pulling out a matching black face mask from his pocket, “Thought you might need this.”
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Her gaze fell upon the mask in his hand, and after a brief pause, her eyebrows lifted, and her eyes sparkled as she offered a grin. Reaching out, her slender fingers brushed his as she took the mask, taking her time to put it on. With a cool wave to James, she said, Thanks.”
And she was off.
James curled his fingers slightly, watching her retreat with a deep look, a small smile playing on his lips beneath the mask.
Returning from a walk in the park, Wyatt noticed Mirabella’s absence and asked instinctively, “Ms. Mirabella left?”
James hummed an affirmation.
Wyatt touched his nose, sensing that his boss seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood after talking with Mirabella. Clearing his throat, Wyatt mentioned, “I took a lap around the park, didn’t catch sight of Donald anywhere.”
James‘ eyes narrowed slightly, his tone neutral, “He’s not here.”
