Chapter <b>345 </b>


    Curtis couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Wyatt’s intense gaze. “What are you staring at me <b>for</b>? What is that address<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    With a somewhat awkward expression, Wyatt shoved the square box into Curtis‘ hands. “I just remembered I’ve got something on tonight. You should go see Ms. Mirabe instead.”


    Clearing his throat, Wyatt admitted, “I’m feeling a bit embarrassed.”


    With a twitch of his lips, Curtis demanded, “Just let it out.”


    Wyatt handed over his phone for Curtis to see. He’d actually contacted Ms. Mirabe’s dad, trying to buy Ms. Mirabe’s new house and then gift it back to her. The thought alone was cringe–worthy. Luckily, her father hadn’t caved and sold the house to him.


    Curtis quietly massaged his temples. This was indeed an extraordinary coincidence.


    Next thing, Curtis took the driver’s seat, and Wyatt slipped into the back, ready to hide out and y it by ear. As long as he didn’t run into Ms. Mirabe’s dad, everything should be smooth sailing.


    Two minutester, Curtis pulled up outside the Davis family’s vi. He had Wyatt text Mirabe. Soon enough, Mirabe stepped out, trailed by a curiously looking Shawn. Spotting them from afar, Wyatt ducked down in the back seat, too embarrassed to get out.


    Curtis shook his head at Wyatt’s antics and, holding the wooden box, opened the car door. “Ms. Mirabe, good to see you,” Curtis greeted her with a polite nod.


    Mirabe returned the gesture. “Where’s Wyatt?”


    Coughing discreetly, Curtis exined, “He was suddenly called away for an urgent matter.”


    “Oh.” Mirabe didn’t seem to dwell on it. Her attention was on the box. “What did he want to


    show me?”


    “This.” Curtis handed over the wooden box with due respect.


    Mirabe’s eyes quickly scanned the box. She epted it and opened it to reveal a porcin bottle, pausing briefly before looking back up at Curtis. “What is this?”


    Curtis nced at Shawn, who had now drawn closer, and was about to speak when his phone vibrated. Checking the message, he suggested, “Maybe you’d like toe next door for a moment, Ms. Mirabe?”


    After a moment’s thought<i>, </i>Mirabe handed back the box and turned to Shawn. “Dad, I need to step next door for a bit. Do you mind heading back first?”


    “Sure, sure, go ahead,” Shawn said, rubbing his nose and nodding absentmindedly.


    Curtis gave Shawn a courteous nod and then turned to Mirabe. “Please go ahead, I’ll go start


    <b>Chapter </b><b>345 </b>


    the car.”


    <b>“</b>Okay,<b>” </b>she agreed and headed toward the neighboring house.


    Shawn watched Curtis intently as he got into the car and drove away. It took a moment for him <b>to </b><b>shift </b><b>his </b>gaze<b>, </b>contemting<b>. </b>Curtis had the air of a bodyguard, the kind you could see in corporate settings.


    Shawn stroked his chin but then realized something was off. They had just moved in two days ago; how did his daughter already know the neighbors? And wasn’t the person who had been eyeing their house from next door?


    Shawn’s eyes suddenly widened with suspicion. Could it be that they had switched tactics, targeting his daughter after failing with him? No wonder the guy was so obsequious – it was a charm offensive.


    rmed, Shawn whipped out his phone and messaged Mirabe. [Darling, don’t let them sweet–talk you. We’re not selling the house, no matter the price!]