After firing off the message, Grady''s mind wandered back to the young master''s car ident. This time, he didn''t bother with typing; he went straight for a voice call to Zach.


    The call connected almost immediately.


    "Hey, Court, got anyone looking into the young master''s car crash?" Grady asked, recalling his team''s report that someone else was digging into the matter, prompting him to ask outright.


    After a brief pause, Zach replied, "Nope, might be Leo''s agent checking it out."


    Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Grady squinted slightly, a menacing look crossing his stern face. "If that''s the case... tell the young master''s agent to back off. I''ve got my own ns."


    Zach had expected this. Scratching his head, he asked casually, "Uncle Grady, how are you nning to handle it?"


    Grady couldn''t help but chuckle at the cautious tone. "Don''t worry, we''re in modern times now; of course, I''ll handle it civilly."


    Hearing the words ''civilly'' from Uncle Grady made the corners of Zach''s mouth twitch involuntarily. It sounded reasonable from anyone else, but from Grady... it was oddly unsettling.


    "By the way, there''s something else. I gave Miss''s medicine to Chester. After taking it, he said he felt much better. I heard from Yulin that Miss made it herself?" Grady''s voice couldn''t hide his excitement.


    "Yeah, Mirabe''s not just good with remedies; her medical skills are top-notch too," Zach confirmed, not holding back.


    Hearing this, Grady thought about getting Miss to check on Mr. Davis''s health.


    Despite numerous doctors failing to alleviate Mr. Davis''s chronic issues over the years, the effectiveness of Miss''s medicine suggested her skills were exceptional.


    After all, the Davis family tree did include some renowned physicians.


    The office door was ajar when one of Grady''s men walked in, announcing, "Boss, the person''s been brought in."


    It was only then that he noticed Grady on the phone, and he immediately fell silent.


    Grady nced at his man and spoke into the phone, "Got a situation here to handle."


    The call ended shortly after.


    Grady pocketed his phone, his expression stern. "Is the car ready?"


    His man nodded, "All set."


    "Bring the person along, let''s go." Gradymanded, striding out of the office with an almost imperceptible aura of menace.


    Back on the other end of the phone, Zach held his device, Grady''s words ''the person''s been brought in'' echoing in his ears-a clear sign that whoever had tampered with Leo''s brakes was now in Grady''s grasp.


    **


    After leaving Zach''sw firm, Collins headed straight back to thepany. "Where''s Jay?" he asked one of his colleagues as he stepped into the elevator.


    "He''s probably in the dance studio," the coworker replied.


    Collins thanked them and made his way to the studio.


    The studio door was closed. Collins turned the handle and stepped inside. Other artists were practicing alongside Jay. Collins stood at the doorway and called out, "Jay!"


    Jay had his headphones on and didn''t hear his name at first. It wasn''t until one of the other artists tapped his arm that he looked up.


    He removed his headphones, grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and walked over to Collins.