The opinions of others rarely got to him, but the thought of the youngdy mistaking him for a criminal? Now that was a different kind of awkward.


    So, as soon as Grady finished speaking, he promptly opened the back door for Mirabe.


    Mirabe didn''t hesitate. She gave him a nod and gracefully slid into the backseat.


    Grady closed the door behind her and then leisurely opened the passenger door for himself.


    Just as Mirabe settled in, As, the driver, turned around shyly to greet her, "Good evening, Miss. I''m As. We metst year."


    Their previous encounter had been purely professional, with As as a rental car driver. Seeing her again made him understandably nervous.


    Mirabe nced at As, her eyebrows arching slightly. So, Emmitt had moved up from rental car driver to personal chauffeur?


    Grady coughed, "Let''s go."


    His voice carried a hint of impatience.


    As flinched slightly before starting the engine.


    Grady caught a glimpse of Mirabe in the rearview mirror, then checked the time. "How about grabbing dinner together?"


    Mirabe shook her head, "I can''t, Grady. My parents want me home early."


    Although a bit disappointed, Grady respected her wishes, especially considering Mr. and Mrs. Zach. "Alright, I''ll drop you off at your neighborhood. We can n dinner some other time."


    "Sure," Mirabe agreed, sitting snugly in the backseat, exuding calm andposure.


    Grady couldn''t help but admire her. She was far more pleasant to be around than her brothers. There wasn''t a trace of fear in her eyes when she looked at him.


    Had it been the second or the fourth young master, they wouldn''t have been nearly as calm in this situation.


    Moreover, among all the siblings, only Nick had never aced the final exam to be the valedictorian. This alone spoke volumes about Mirabe''s potential for future achievements.


    After all, being valedictorian was a distinction that came to only one in the entire country every year. In ancient times, it was a position that could lead to being a prime minister.


    For the Davis family to produce a valedictorian was indeed a momentous asion.


    Thinking this, Grady looked again in the rearview mirror, "Miss, you''re incredible, scoring full marks on your final exam."


    Mirabe straightened up, responding with neither humility nor arrogance, "Thank you for thepliment, Grady. I just performed to my normal standards."


    Grady couldn''t help but twitch a smile, sensing that the youngdy''s modesty might just be a facade, hiding her true capability to humble others.


    "By the way, Grady, how''s Chester doing?" Mirabe shifted the topic, inquiring about him.


    At the mention of Keir, Grady''s expression turned solemn, "Keir''s doing well, thanks to the medicine Mr. Nick brought on your behalf.”


    Mirabe noddedzily, "Good to hear."


    After a brief pause, Grady ventured, "That medicine... I heard from Mr. Nick that


    you made it yourself. You know medical practices, don''t you?"


    Though posed as a question, his tone suggested certainty.


    That particr medicine made Grady dig into the youngdy''s past, but there was


    little mention of her pursuing medical studies.


    His curiosity piqued, Grady couldn''t help but wonder.


    "Yeah, I spent a few years learning from an old country herbalist." Mirabe


    resorted to her standard, albeit vague, exnation.


    Grady fell silent for a moment, processing her response.


    Mirabe''s gaze softened slightly, then she added, "Someday, I might have a chance to check on Chester myself."