<b>Chapter </b><b>429 </b>
Curtis shut his <bptop </b>with a sigh, shaking his head<b>. </b>“No dice. I can’t pinpoint the exact <b>location</b>.
Wyatt nced over, seemingly all too familiar with this type of letdown. <b>He </b>didn’t even bother to roll his eyes at Curtis as he mused, “So, is this address somece Donald wants James to check out, or is <b>he </b>just <b>sitting </b>there waiting for <b>us</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b><b>It’s </b>hard to say. Donald wouldn’t just send an address out of the blue for no good reason… Let me scope out the ce.” Curtis reopened hisptop and punched in the coordinates on a satellite map.
After a brief moment, Curtis slowly announced, “Looks like it’s a seniormunity park.”
Wyatt stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Ah, a park for the elder crowd, huh? Then it’s a pretty <b>safe </b>bet Donald’s there.”
Curtis added, “It’s also not too far from where Ms. Mirabe’s old ce was before she moved.<b>” </b>
“Oh, right,” Wyatt snapped his fingers, recognition dawning. That address is in the same neck of the woods as Mirabe’s old neighborhood.”
Looking up at his boss, Curtis suggested, “How about I head over now and look for Donald? Once I find him, I can bring him back to the vi?”
James narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and then stood up, his features sharp yet serene as he said simply, “I’ll go myself.”
Without further discussion, Curtis nodded. Though Donald had only sent an address, it was likely not just about telling James a location. There had to be more to it.
Wyatt flipped over the back of the sofa with ease, ready to take action. “I’ll get the car.”
Curtis, who had just stood up, ready to y chauffeur, stood rooted to the spot.
Wyatt nced back at Curtis with a yful smirk. “Curtis, you just keep cracking away at yourputer skills at home, will ya?”
Curtis, once renowned for his hacking prowess, now reduced to puter skills, could only scowl silently. Damn it!
In the car.
Mirabe was texting on her phone and chatting with Jenna through Messenger. Her stack of math papers had managed to hijack Jenna’s entire weekend, leaving no time for her to hang out with friends.
11:06
Wake <b>up</b><b>, </b><b>hit </b>the books<b>, </b>Finish lunch and hit the <b>books </b>again. Even <b>in </b><b>her </b><b>dreams</b>, Jenna was <b>haunted </b><b>by </b><b>that </b>pile <b>of </b><b>papers</b>.
Having justpleted a set<b>, </b><b>Jenna </b>snapped some photos and sent them to Mirabe, seeking validation of <b>her </b>answers and casually inquiring about Mirabe’s <b>current </b>
activities.
Mirabelia replied with just two words. [Matchmaking <b>event</b>.] Then she opened Jenna’s photos, zooming in on each one to quickly pinpoint the mistakes Jenna had made
Jenna, anxiously awaiting a response, was shocked by the words ‘matchmaking event that appeared on her screen<b>. </b>Her eyes bulged as she quickly typed back, [Hold up, Queen <b>Mira</b>, what’s the deal? You’re on blind dates at eighteen<b>?</b><b>] </b>
With the pretty ones going on blind dates, what hope was there for someone like herself? Jenna felt like she was losing touch with the times..
Mirabe sent back the corrected photos and, upon seeing Jenna’s message, pressed her fingers to her temples and replied, [With my brother. He’s going on the blind dates.]
Jenna breathed out a sigh of relief. [Phew, you had me there. I thought you were the one participating in the dates.]
Mirabe’s eyebrows arched as she slowly typed, [I’ve marked the wrong answers. <b>I’ll </b>exin them at school on Monday. By the way, what do you think of my looks? Do I look like I need a blind date?”
Jenna rolled her eyes.
Tsk! Such shamelessness<b>! </b>