If Ms. Mirabe ranked in the top three on any leaderboard, she''d definitely know what was running on hisputer.


    So, Curtis collected his thoughts and said confidently, "She''s not one of the top hackers."


    He paused before adding, "Even though the hacker world has its rankings, the world is huge. There are plenty of hidden experts out there who probably don''t care about being on some list."


    Wyatt nodded in agreement, "That''s true. There''s an old saying, ''True masters prefer the shadows.'' Think about it, Ms. Mirabe isn''t part of the Pharmacists'' Guild, but her potion-brewing skills are top-notch. Maybe that''s her way of staying under the radar."


    But this kind of low-key vibe, suddenlying to light, was quite the bombshell.


    Here was Ms. Mirabe, not only a top-tier potion maker but also a tech wizard even more badass than Curtis. Wyatt let out a whistle and couldn''t help butment, "Ms. Mirabe really knows how to y her cards close to her chest."


    Curtis nodded, "Exactly. So, if she''s a tech whiz, then all that mundane info we dug up on her starts to make sense."


    Information, after all, isn''t always what it seems. It could very well have been doctored.


    "Yeah," Wyatt agreed, biting his lip and looking at James, "James, did you already know about Ms. Mirabe''s skills, and that''s why..."


    James just shot him a cool, noble look before standing up from the couch and heading towards the stairs, leaving Wyatt with his dignified exit.


    Wyatt touched his nose, realizing he might have been stating the obvious. If James had known, the fuss with Brother Yang earlier wouldn''t have happened.


    Turning back to Curtis, Wyatt was about to speak when he noticed Curtis was engrossed in hisptop again, giving off a clear ''do not disturb'' vibe. Wyatt couldn''t help but purse his lips.


    Well, better get the luggage to the car.


    Back at her ce, Mirabe climbed the stairs and found herputer still on. After a brief pause, she pulled up a chair, ced her fingers on theptop''s keyboard, and quickly entered a sequence of IP addresses, hitting enter.


    Instantly, the screen switched to a satellite map. With a few flicks of her finger, she zoomed in on a blinking red dot until it pinpointed a location near Evergreen Gallery.


    Mirabe''s eyes narrowed slightly, and soon after, she drafted a message and sent it off, "Got nothing better to do all day?"


    On the other side, a man sitting in a coffee shop nearly spilled his coffee when a chat box suddenly popped up on his screen. He set down his mug, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then typed a question mark in response.


    Mirabe, with her legs propped up,zily watched herputer and then replied, "Dad''s in a good mood today, doesn''t feel like causing trouble."


    Seeing the word ''dad'', the man knew immediately who it was. He paused for a moment before typing, "So, kiddo, you cracked my jamming system?"


    Mirabe shook her head in disdain and typed back, "You call that a jammer?"


    The man was silent for a few seconds before he typed back, the force behind each keystroke palpable. If Mirabe were there, she''d notice his almost teeth- gritting response, "Can''t go a day without showing off, can you?"


    Mirabe let out a soft chuckle, "Just a friendly reminder to have your buddy pull out now."