In the States, illegal arms trafficking is no joke. Once you get pped with that charge, there''s no easy way out.


    Andrew had always been trying to dig up dirt on the Shepherd family, and this time, it was serious.


    "This feels like a well-orchestrated plot-not just against the Shepherd family, but Sam too," Wyatt whispered, leaning in.


    It was too coincidental that Andrew managed to seize the weapons. Plus, Andrew and Sam have always been political rivals, smiling to each other''s faces but hiding true animosity. Andrew had been gunning for Sam''s top position for a while.


    James closed his eyes briefly, maintaining his calm demeanor. "To take down the Shepherd family, he''d need to have the chops."


    "But Curtis found something interesting," Wyatt continued.


    "Oh?" James nced at him, curious.


    "An encrypted file that Curtis managed to snag from Andrew."


    Though it was a rookie mistake, they''d figure out the whole story soon enough.


    "However, the file hasn''t been decrypted yet, so we don''t know what''s inside," Wyatt whispered back, pausing before adding, "Whatever Andrew''s keeping so hush-hush, it''s probably not something legal."


    Mentioning the decryption made Curtis feel a bit embarrassed. Just as he was about to speak, his phone buzzed. Remembering the time, he quickly pulled it out of his pocket.


    It was a message from Mirabe saying she was ready.


    Curtis looked up at James, "James, with Ms. Mirabe''sputer skills, she should be able to decrypt the file. She''s avable now."


    James frowned slightly at this.


    Curtis, always keen on reading James''s expressions, continued, "Ms. Mirabe is just really good withputers, nothing else..."


    James shot him a look. "Do you think it''s fair to drag an innocent person into this?"


    Curtis paused for a moment before replying softly, "But... she''ll inevitablye across these things eventually."


    The future matriarch of the Shepherd family couldn''t be too naive.


    Wyatt coughed, saying, "I think... we shouldn''t underestimate Ms. Mirabe."


    After all, she was a hidden powerhouse. Masterful medical


    skills, top-notch pharmaceutical knowledge, and exceptional


    were enough to impress anyone.


    James stared coldly at Wyatt, sending shivers down his spine, but eventually, he


    raised no further objections.


    Wyatt nudged Curtis, "Go get Ms. Mirabe to decrypt the file."


    Curtis snapped back to reality and picked up hisptop again. As his eyesnded


    on the screen, he saw a pop-up message that made him freeze.


    [Which file needs decrypting, the encrypted one on the desktop?] Curtis: "..."


    Suddenly, he felt like aplete novice inputing. It hadn''t even been a minute since she sent that message, right? And she had already hacked into hisputer?


    Mirabe: [Hmm?]


    Curtis''s lips twitched. Snapping back to reality and setting aside his embarrassment, he quickly typed a reply: [Yes.]


    Mirabe: [Okay.]


    Soon, Curtis saw hisputer screen sh, and a program he had never r


    with a progress bar disyed in the center.


    Ceen before started running,


    One second, thirty percent.


    Two seconds, sixty percent.


    Three seconds...