Grady wasn''t just anyone; he was the guy who had been upstairs, waiting for Mirabe to return for what felt like forever.


    When the elevator doors slid open and Mirabe appeared, Grady''s expression briefly faltered with surprise. Sure, he had seen her from afar before, but he had never faced her up close like this.


    Now, as her delicate features came sharply into focus, Grady found himself momentarily dazed. There was something strikingly familiar in Mirabe''s gaze, an uncanny resemnce to Keir that he couldn''t shake off. It was a mix of pride and an undeniably sharp edge.


    She exuded a natural, aristocratic air of aloofness, setting her apart from her brothers. Where they were restrained and calcted, she was all hidden edges. Her brothers treated him with a cautious respect, as if worried he might devour them whole.


    But not Mirabe. She nced at him without a hint of fear, herposure unfeigned and utterly unexpected. That''s the kind of presence, Grady thought, truly befitting a member of the Davis family.


    As the elevator doors began to close, a flurry of thoughts raced through Grady''s mind. He hastily pressed the button to keep them open. He was itching to strike up a conversation with Mirabe, but the vibrating phone in his pocket held him back. If it weren''t for urgent business, he''d still be upstairs in the hospital room.


    With a sigh of regret, Grady stepped out of the elevator. As he passed by Mirabe, he paused ever so slightly, but then resumed his brisk walk towards the exit.


    Next time, he thought. There would be time for introductionster.


    Mirabe stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the tenth floor. As the doors began to close, her gaze lingered on the retreating figure of Grady. His aura reminded her of the men in ck she had mistakenly thought were debt collectors when she first returned to the Davis family. Rogues, every single one of them.


    Meanwhile, back in the car, Grady''s assistant As started the engine and mentioned, "The jet''s all set, Mr. Grady. We can head out whenever you''re ready."


    Grady hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze drifting outside the window before turning back to As. "I want you to dig up everything you can on Mirabe. Leave no stone unturned."


    As, surprised, replied, "But sir, the file we have is already quiteprehensive. Why the sudden interest in revisiting her background?"


    Grady remembered the file he had perused, its contents too mundane and ordinary, hardly matching the image of the Miss he encountered today.


    "Just do as I say, no questions."


    "Alright, alright," As conceded, then couldn''t help but ask, "So, did Mirabe seem... intimidated by you?"


    They were under strict instructions from Zach not to get too close to Mirabe, given their intimidating presence. Thus, As had only ever seen her in pictures. Grady shot him a look. "Do you think she''s anything like her useless brothers?" Not a flicker of fear in her, Grady thought with a mix of admiration and challenge. As twitched his lips, thinking, *Useless brothers...* That''s a term only Mr. Grady could get away with, though he couldn''t help but agree.