Chapter <b>492 </b>


    Curtis swiveled his head to look at Wyatt, a dead serious expression on his face. “There’s no way I’ve mixed up anything here.” Despite questioning his life choices recently, his reputation as a top–notch hacker wasn’t just hot air. How could he misidentify a system?


    Wyatt was even more staggered. After a moment, he muttered incredulously, “Does this mean… DO Group is taking on private gigs now?”


    Curtis gave him a withering look. “Use your noggin, man. That’s not even a possibility.”


    “If they’re not moonlighting, then why would the Davis family be using DO’s system?” Wyatt couldn’t think of any other exnation.


    Curtis fell silent for a beat, then turned back to <b>him</b>. “Have you ever dug into the Davis family’s background?


    Wyatt shook his head. Back when he was investigating Mirabe, he’d only looked into her past. Since she was just a kid switched at birth, he’d focused on the Gilbert family, not the Davises. So, his knowledge about the Davis n was pretty sparse<b>. </b>


    However, he did have a hunch that the Davis family wasn’t some blue–blooded dynasty. After all, they’d lived in that quaint, weathered neighborhood before. Plus, he’d met the Davis couple – easygoing folks. Aside from their striking good looks, they seemed just like any ordinary Joe and Jane.


    Yet, why would such an average family have an international top–tier surveince system? It was a head–scratcher.


    After some thought, Wyatt suggested, “Maybe I should take another crack at looking up the Davis family?”


    Curtis was about to agree when James, who had been silent till then, lifted his head and spoke with a cool detachment, “No need.”


    Curtis watched James, puzzled.


    James‘ eyes were clear and sharp as he nced at Curtis. “A family with a world–ss system installed at home – what do you think your snooping will uncover?”


    At that, Curtis fell into contemtion.


    Well, probably nothing.


    “Maybe we should just ask Ms. Mirabe directly one of these days,” Wyatt proposed, pausing briefly. “She seems approachable enough. She might just spill the beans.”


    Curtis looked at Wyatt, resisting the urge toment on his naivety. Ms. Mirabe wouldn’t know the first thing about it. It’d be a shot in the dark.


    Shaking his head, Curtis let the subject drop. If James said no more digging, then that was that.


    The next day.


    After breakfast, Shawn grabbed his car keys, ready for the usual routine of driving his daughter to school,


    but she seemed to be in no rush.


    “Dad, I forgot to tell youst night I took the day off,” Mirabe said, noticing the keys in Shawn’s hand


    <b>1/2 </b>


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    10:07


    and remembering her schedule.


    Shawn looked surprised. His daughter always prioritized her studies. Why the sudden day off? “Feeling under the weather?” he asked instinctively.


    “No, Leo and Inded amercial <b>gig</b>. We’re shooting it today,” she exined.


    “Oh, amercial, huh…” Shawn nodded, and then it dawned on him. “Honey, you’re not nning to follow in Leo’s footsteps and dive into showbiz, are you?”


    Dive into showbiz? Mirabe’s face was a mix of amusement and exasperation. Rich folks sure had a different way with words.


    “Showbiz can be a snake pit, sweetie, and you’re too genuine for that scene,” Shawn spoke earnestly. Besides, a prospective Prestige College schr stooping to domercials seemed like a waste of talent.


    Realizing her father’s misunderstanding, Mirabe chuckled. “Dad, I’m just riding on Leo’s coattails, grabbing a cameo for some quick cash. I’m not aiming for a spot in the limelight.“