Johnny nced away and headed for the school gate. Within minutes, Mirabe stepped out of the building.


    Spotting her, Johnny gave a polite nod, "Ms. Mirabe."


    Mirabe pulled out a small white stic bottle from her backpack. "There are five pills inside. Take one every three days. In two weeks, I''ll give Mr. Leigh his acupuncture treatment."


    "Got it." Johnny nodded, taking the bottle.


    The bottle had nobel, but it looked like it once held jelly beans. Johnny gave it a quick look before putting it away, not asking any questions.


    "By the way, Ms. Mirabe, are you heading back to ss, or do you have other ns? I''m free right now and can give you a lift," Johnny offered, noticing the backpack on her shoulder.


    Mirabe casually adjusted her strap. "No need, I have a rideing."


    "Alright then." Johnny nodded, pausing briefly. Remembering the car he''d seen parked nearby, he nced over to see it was still there. He looked back at Mirabe. "Even though Riverdale''s pretty safe, it''s always good to stay alert."


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by Johnny''s concern, and thanked him.


    With a smile and a wave, Johnny turned and walked away.


    Mirabe checked her watch and slowly made her way to the curb.


    A few cars were parked haphazardly along the street. While waiting for As''s car, Mirabe put on her earphones and started scrolling through her phone.


    Just then, a sedan parked not too far away began to move, slowly backing up towards her.


    Sensing the car''s approach, she turned off her phone and looked up, her face showing a hint of indifference.


    As the passenger and rear doors opened, two men with intimidating tattoos on their arms stepped out, exuding an unmistakable air of trouble.


    They walked up to Mirabe, one of them positioning himself behind her as if to stop her from running.


    Mirabe removed her earphones and watched their movements, her almond- shaped eyes narrowing slightly.


    The man in front openly scanned her from head to toe, his gaze sleazy. "You must be Mirabe. Come with us."


    Mirabe, adjusting her backpack strap, calmly asked, "Who wants to see me?"


    Apart from the Cunningham family, she couldn''t think of anyone else who would hassle her, a seemingly helpless college student.


    "Yeah," the man admitted bluntly.


    He nced at the entrance of Prestige College, where students were steadily streaming out, his impatient expression growing more intense. "We''re just doing our job. Make it easy ande with us, and you won''t get hurt."


    As he reached out to grab her arm, Mirabe sidestepped him.


    Caught off guard, the man frowned and was about to signal his partner to grab her when he saw that Mirabe had already climbed into the car. Her cheerful voice floated out, "Alright, let''s get a move on."


    The man, still processing the situation, was left stunned.


    Something definitely didn''t go as nned.