As the tarp slowly peeled back, the bold Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament of a Rolls–Royce caught Mirabe’s gaze, causing her hands to freeze mid–air and her expression to shift subtly.


    It’s a Rolls–Royce.


    Mirabe looked up, her face a mask of utter bewilderment. “Dad,” she quipped, “did your quarterly bonuse with a pot of gold or something?”


    Shawn’s face was the picture of nonchnce as he replied, “It’s decent.” Noticing his daughter’s stunned look, he cleared his throat and added, “Actually, this car isn’t that expensive, just… around a million or so.”


    He remembered thest time thepany ountants had visited their home; Mirabe nearly mistook the poor man for a debt collector. If he told her the car was worth ten million, it might just give her a heart attack. It was best to let it slide.


    After all, his daughter was a bit of a bookworm. Her world revolved around studies and little else – cars were certainly not her forte.


    Mirabe sighed as she firmly pulled the rest of the tarp off the car. Instantly, the sleek and sophisticated yet utterly cool lines of a Rolls–Royce Phantom stood before her, its noble presence undeniable.


    Heh, a million–dor Rolls–Royce Phantom. Who was her dad trying to kid?


    “Are you sure this car ‘only‘ cost a million?” she enunciated deliberately, biting down particrly hard on the word ‘only.‘


    With the im already out there, Shawn couldn’t very well retract his statement. He coughed. slightly, maintaining hisposure with an effort he’d never mustered before. “Yes, my dear, don’t be fooled by its shy looks; it’s really not that pricey!”


    Mirabe was at a loss<b>. </b>Oh, she couldn’t believe this.


    Shawn, avoiding his daughter’s piercing gaze, nced at his watch and hurriedly said, “We’re running out of time. Get in, and I’ll drive you to school.”


    With that, he quickly fetched the keys, unlocked the car, and settled himself in the driver’s seat, his guilt almost palpable.


    With a light, almost mocking chuckle, Mirabe decided not to press further and got into the


    car.


    Twenty minutester, Shawn dropped his daughter off at school. Since the vehicle was. anything but subtle, Mirabe opted to hop out a good distance from the main entrance.


    The Gilbert family’s car arrived around the same time, and their driver, catching sight of the Rolls–Royce executing a U–turn ahead, couldn’t help butment, “A genuine imported


    Chapter <b>184 </b>


    Rolls–Royce. Whoever’s behind that wheel must be someone of note.


    Summer, engrossed in her smartphone, only looked up after the driver’s words, but by then the Rolls–Royce had already driven off, leaving her with nothing to see. However, Mirabe, strolling casually toward the school, was very much within view.


    Soon, the Gilberts‘ car overtook Mirabe.


    The memory of Aiden sending Summer’s file to Mirabe soured her mood considerably. She peered out the window and then instructed the driver to pull over.


    As Mirabe approached, Summer rolled down the window and called out just as she passed by. “Mirabe.”


    Mirabe halted at the sound of her name, ncing over with an air of cool disinterest. Her striking features set in azy, challenging arch of her brow.


    A flicker of envy passed through Summer’s eyes as her fingers tightened and then rxed on her knees, herposure swiftly returning.


    “Here’s a piece of advice,” Summer said tly. “Withdraw from thepetition while you can, before the resultse out.”