<b>Chapter </b><b>449 </b>
<b>Wyatt </b><b>couldn’t </b><b>help </b><b>but </b><b>feel </b><b>like </b><b>he’d </b><b>stumbled </b><b>into </b><b>a </b><b>fantasy </b><b>novel</b>. <b>With </b>a hint <b>of </b><b>uncertainty</b>, <b>he </b><b>asked</b>, “Donald, <b>were </b><b>you </b><b>really </b><b>staying </b><b>with </b><b>the </b><b>Davis </b><b>family</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>That’s </b><b>why </b><b>I </b><b>keep </b><b>telling </b>you, you’re all so clueless<b>!</b>” Donald huffed with a touch of <b>annoyance</b>.
<b>Rubbing </b><b>his </b><b>nose</b>, Wyatt <b>thought</b><b>, </b><b>“</b>Who would’ve <b>guessed </b>you’d <b>sneak </b>off <b>to </b><b>Ms. </b>Mirabe’s <b>ce </b>without making <b>a </b><b>peep</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
Curtis, <b>on </b>hearing this,psed into a contemtive silence. If Donald was simply crashing with the neighbors<b>, </b>Curtis wouldn’t give <b>it </b><b>another </b>thought. <b>But </b>the real kicker was that <b>every </b>time he tried to track him down, the signa
<i>signal </i>wass
jammed. Donald was noputer whiz, and he <b>didn’t </b>have any tech gurus in his entourage. So, was <b>it </b>possible the Davis household had a signal jammer?
It struck Curtis as <b>odd </b><b>for </b>an average family to have such a device, one designed to shield from tracking.
Moreover, if even he <b>couldn’t </b>crack the interference, it meant this was no ordinary jammer.
Curtis furrowed his brow, about to voice his concerns when he met his boss<b>‘ </b>gaze and promptly mmed up<b>. </b>If he <b>could </b>think of it, surely his boss <b>had </b>as well.
James‘ intense <b>gaze </b>turned toward Donald. “Shall I drive you back <b>to </b>Riverdale tomorrow<b>?</b><b>” </b>
The mention of leaving had Donald thumping his cane on the ground with force. “You cheeky brat, I’ve just arrived, and you’re already trying to boot me out?<b>” </b>
“You don’t have much to keep you entertained here,” James remarked coolly.
“I don’t need you fussing over me. I’ve made up my mind to stay put for a month or two. Leaving is out of the question<b>.” </b>
With that, Donald rose to his feet and turned to Wyatt. “Where’s my <b>room</b>? Show me where I can rest<b>.</b>”
After ncing <b>at </b>James for approval, Wyatt hurried over to assist Donald.
James pinched the bridge of his nose, his silence lingering. What a headache.
<b>** </b>
Back in the living room, Mirabe saw Shawn tidying up the chess set. After a moment’s thought, she joined in the cleanup and casually asked, “Dad, were you and Mom putting on an act with Donald yesterday?”
Shawn paused to pick up the chess pieces and looked up at his daughter with a smile. “Not exactly.”
After a brief pause, he continued, “At first, we thought the call from Donald to your phone was from someone back home. He reminded us so much of an old acquaintance, and when you said you didn’t know him, we didn’t want to blow his cover without understanding <b>why </b>he suddenly showed up.”
Mirabe touched her nose. “So, you do know him.”
“Yep,” Shawn nodded, his expression turning serious as he thought of the Shepherd family. “If you run into Donald again, try to steer clear, will you?” He was worried that Mirabe’s casual references to Donald might ruffle his feathers.
Dropping thest of the chess pieces into the box, Mirabe didn’t press further, simply replying, “Sure, got it.”
A look of relief washed over Shawn’s face as he watched his obedient daughter. Thinking of how Zach wouldn’t be home anytime soon, his spirits lifted even further, and he suggested, “Since it’s Saturday, how about we go out for dinner and then hit a karaoke bar for a few <b>hours</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
At the mention of karaoke, Mirabe nced at the time on her wristwatch and remembered, “Dad, did you forget about Leo’s flight at three today? He should be almost home by now.”
Shawn’s face fell. Zach was <b>out </b>of the <b>picture</b>, <b>and </b>now Leo wasing back–life sure was full of surprises.