Johnny knew Mirabe wasn''t much of a talker, so he simply started the car without saying more.


    Half an hourter, they pulled up in front of a swanky clubhouse. A valet greeted them at the entrance. Mirabe stepped out and nced up at the sign, recalling that Ashford had a branch of this club too. The decor was simr, but this ce looked even fancier.


    Johnny parked the car and returned, memories ofst year flooding back. As they walked inside, he whispered, "Riverdale Club''s really private. No need to worry about paparazzi."


    Mirabe nodded, understanding Johnny''s concern.


    Their private room was on the second floor. They took their time climbing the stairs, with Johnny leading the way, his demeanor respectful and courteous.


    Austin was talking to the butler. "When you meet Mr. Kellerter, be respectful. And the gifts I asked for, everything ready?"


    The butler nodded. "Yes, sir. Everything''s perfect."


    "Good," Austin said, heading downstairs just as Johnny and Mirabe wereing up. His gaze flicked over Johnny, pausing for a moment.


    Johnny, being a government official, had an aura that set him apart from ordinary businessmen, something easily noticeable to the discerning eye.


    Austin found Johnny''s face vaguely familiar but couldn''t ce it immediately. Mirabe, standing on Johnny''s right, was mostly out of view, so Austin didn''t pay her much attention.


    "Sir?" The butler noticed Austin''s sudden stop and distant gaze, calling out in confusion.


    Austin snapped back, still staring at Johnny''s retreating figure. "Does that guy look familiar to you?"


    The butler, who had only nced briefly, shook his head. "I didn''t get a good look, but he seemed important, probably a government official."


    "Maybe," Austin said, shaking off his curiosity and continuing downstairs. He had more pressing matters to deal with.


    Johnny soon escorted Mirabe into the private dining room. Owen was on the phone when they entered. He smiled at Mirabe and motioned for her to sit.


    Johnny poured her a cup of coffee and then went to the service room to inform the kitchen to start their meal.


    Owen ended his call and sat down across from Mirabe. Hisplexion was healthy, a stark contrast to the gauntness fromst year.


    "I''ve been wanting to invite you out for a meal, but I saw you were busy with military training, so I hesitated," Owen said warmly, his usual sternness softening around Mirabe.


    Mirabe sipped her coffee and set the cup down calmly. "It''s fine."


    "By the way, what''s your major at Prestige College?" Owen asked, genuinely curious.


    Mirabe paused briefly before replying, "Biology."


    Owen wasn''t surprised. Given her strong medical background, it made sense she''d be a standout student in that field.