<b>Chapter </b><b>344 </b>
Niki chuckled mischievously. (Hey, hey<b>, </b>teach me how to make that incense, and I’ll <b>keep </b>my lips sealed.]
Mirabe let out a soft snort. Her fingers danced across the keyboard to type [Old man<b>, </b>time to wash up and hit the sack), but before she could hit send, another message from Niki popped
<ol>
<li><b>up</b>. </li>
</ol>
Niki: [Plus, I’ll give you a whopping 70% discount on any herbs you buy from me<b>.</b><b>] </b>
Her fingers paused, swiftly erasing the typed message, and she replied with a chirpy tone, (Deal, I’ll teach you the works.]
Niki, who was gearing up for a hard bargain, was dumbfounded now. She just agreed like that? This wasn’t going ording to n.
Pocketing her phone, Mirabe nced out of the car window. Catherine’s medicine was running low. It was time to brew a fresh batch and ship it off.
She thought, “Yeah, I’ll make a list when I get home.”
Soon enough, the car pulled into her neighborhood. No sooner had Mirabe stepped into her home than the ringtone of her phone broke the silence. It was Wyatt calling. Bncing her phone between her ear and shoulder while slipping off her shoes, she answered.
“Ms. Mirabe, are you at home now?” Wyatt asked politely. At that moment, he was standing at the entrance of the Davis family’s old neighborhood, with Curtis seated in the passenger seat.
“Oh, I’m at home. What’s up?” Mirabe walked into the living room and poured herself a ss of water.
Wyatt held a square box in his hand. “I’ve got something I need you to take a look at. Can youe downstairs?”
“Right now?” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Yeah, I’m right outside your building,” Wyatt said, gazing out of the car window.
“We’ve moved, not staying there anymore,” Mirabe said, setting her ss on the table.
Her father Shawn<b>, </b>overhearing the conversation and thinking it might be someone he knew, asked, “Honey, who’s on the phone?”
“Just a friend you haven’t met,” Mirabe called back over her shoulder.
Wyatt caught the tail end of the conversation through the phone and recognized the voice, but he couldn’t ce it. He hesitated before asking, “Ah, well, where are you living now? Could you send me the address<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>344 </b>
After a brief silence, Mirabe replied, “I’ll send you my location.”
“Alright<b>, </b>I’ll head over in a bit,” Wyatt said.
Post<b>–</b>call, Mirabe opened her Messenger and sent him her current location. Secondster, a puzzled question mark popped up in response. Mirabe pursed her lips and chose not to reply.
Staring at the location on his phone, Wyatt was perplexed. Wasn’t this the same neighborhood where James now resided?
“What’s got you daydreaming?” Curtis, noticing Wyatt’s baffled expression post–checking the messenger location, couldn’t help but ask.
Wyatt lifted his head and held out his phone for Curtis to see. “Take a look at this.” Curtis nced at the screen, and within moments, his expression matched Wyatt’s odd look.
“Ms. Mirabe moved into the same neighborhood as the boss,” Wyatt mumbled, starting the car engine.
A couple of minutester, he sighed, “I was thinking of buying the vi next door. Good thing I didn’t go through with it.<b>” </b>
Curtis gave him a sidelong nce, thinking to himself, “You couldn’t afford it anyway.”
Half an hourter, they came back to the neighborhood. Wyatt shot Mirabe another message, inquiring about her exact location. Soon enough, he got a reply.
Upon reading the precise address, Wyatt’s mind was boggled once again. Could this be any more serendipitous? The vi he had wanted to buy was actually Mirabe’s new home? So the owner he had been dealing with was none other than Mirabe’s father, Shawn?
Then, with a mix of emotions, Wyatt turned to Curtis with aplicated look.