Nick''s destination wasn''t far from the restaurant, just a quick ten-minute drive. Before long, he pushed open the door to the private dining room, immediately adopting a more formal demeanor upon spotting Grady-quite the contrast to his usualid-back self around his sister.


    He gave a respectful nod, "Grady."


    "Mr. Nick," Grady stood and offered a slight bow before quickly sitting back down.


    Nick pulled up a chair next to Mirabe, ncing at her and noting her skin wasn''t sunburnt. Clearly, she had used the sunscreen he gave her. A small smile tugged at his lips.


    After a few seconds of observation, Nick remarked, "Half a month of military training and you haven''t lost any weight."


    Mirabe gave a little cough. With a personal chef catering to her three meals a day, she was never short of nutrition. "The cafeteria at Prestige College isn''t bad," she replied.


    Nick raised an eyebrow, his overly pale face showing clear signs of sleep deprivation.


    Mirabe grabbed the coffee pot and poured him a cup, giving him azy side nce, "Another few sleepless nights?"


    Nick took a sip of his coffee, avoiding her eyes, "Just two or three days."


    Mirabe smirked, hardly believing him, "Get some rest when you''re back."


    "Mm," Nick nodded, cing the coffee cup down. He noticed an elegantly wrapped box on the table within arm''s reach. Picking it up, he casually asked, "What''s this?"


    Upon opening the box and seeing the car keys inside, he was visibly taken aback.


    Aren''t these the keys to Uncle Grady''s prized car? The one he refused to let anyone touch, preferring to keep it as a collector''s item rather than letting it be


    driven.


    Nick looked up at Grady, "Grady, you shipped your car back home?"


    "Mm," Grady responded softly, wanting to take the keys back but restrained himself in front of Mirabe.


    Nick''s face lit up as he took the keys out of the box, "Mind if I borrow it for a couple of days?"


    Grady


    Mirabursed his lips, nced at and maintaining his k


    persona, he reluctantly agreed a long pause, "...Sure


    after


    Nick was surprised; he hadn''t really expected permission given how much Grady cherished that phantom car, known to everyone.


    "You really don''t mind me borrowing it?" Nick asked again, seeking confirmation. Grady remained silent.


    Nick nced at the box again, its elegance suggesting it was a gift. A suspicion


    arose.


    Could Grady be nning to give the car keys to his sister?


    Nick looked at his sister, pondered for a moment, then quickly pocketed the keys, seizing the opportunity.


    Grady: "..."


    Mirabe, oblivious to the


    undercurrents between the two men, kept her head down and continued eating, remarkably quiet and not ervening.


    Soon, she was full.


    Putting down her chopsticks, Mirabe wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood


    up, "I need to use the restroom."


    "Sure, go ahead," Nick responded, waving her off.


    As soon as she left the room, Grady put down his chopsticks, the kind expression on his face disappearing as he tooked deeply at Nick, spreading his hands on the table, "Give it back."


    Goodnight, my darlings~ See you tomorrow.