Mirabe quickly served him a piece of ribs, cing it on his te. "Of course!"


    Zach picked up his fork, gave her a yful re, and said shamelessly, "My heart''s hurting, you better cheer me up."


    Mirabe''s cheeks twitched.


    As they finished their meal, Zach checked a text on his phone, then turned to his sister. "By the way, Owen invited me for lunch tomorrow. Are you free?"


    Mirabe shook her head. "Nope, got ns."


    Her coursework wasn''t too heavytely, but she had just started with Zane''s research team, and it was bound to be hectic at the beginning.


    After a pause, Mirabe suddenly looked at Zach. "You and Owen that tight now?"


    "Not really, we just chat asionally. He wanted to rmend me for a position in the prosecutor''s office a while back," Zach replied.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow. "So, I might have a brother living off the government soon?"


    "I turned it down," Zach shrugged and added, "I can''t stand all that bureaucracy, it''s exhausting."


    Mirabe nodded, thinking about the evening''s events. "I support you. Government jobs might be stable, but being awyer is more lucrative."


    Zach nced at her, always thinking about money.


    "Alright then, I''ll let Owen know I''m not interested," Zach said.


    "Okay."


    After dinner, Zach stayed in the living room for a while, chatting before heading upstairs to delegate some work to his team.


    Mirabe nestled on the couch, watching the news.


    Nick sat beside her, having listened to Mirabe and Zach''s conversation while working on hisptop.


    He was inputting a piece of code into a program when the news on TV mentioned a terrorist attack in a foreign country. He nced up briefly before turning back to his sister. "Didn''t know you liked watching the news."


    Mirabe, hugging a pillow, yawned and said with sleepy, alluring eyes, "Just to pass the time when I''m bored."


    Nick chuckled and said, "If you''re tired, you should go to bed."


    Mirabe nodded, turned off the TV after the reporter finished, and pondered over the recent cyberattack on the national security building. She then said, "By the way, Nick, the news says things have been unstabletely. You''re kind of a public servant now, so be careful."


    After returning from abroad, Nick had been recruited by a junior colleague into the National Health Institute. Although he currently held a temporary position, his overseas qualifications meant it wouldn''t be long before he received a permanent


    one.


    Nick was taken aback by her sudden concern, paused, then replied, "Okay, I''ll be careful."


    "Good." Mirabe didn''t say much more, ced the pillow aside, stretchedzily, and got up from the couch. "Then you should also rest early, Nick. Don''t stay up toote."


    "Will do." Nick pointed to hisputer, smiling. "I''ll head to bed as soon as I finish thisst bit."


    Mirabe hummed in response, but her gaze unintentionally swept over hisputer screen, pausing slightly when she saw the program code he was writing.


    Was Nick interested in data processing?


    Nick didn''t notice Mirabe''s gaze, his attention returning to theputer program.


    He had takenputer science courses in college and even participated in programmingpetitions as a hobby, winning two silver medals.


    Though he wasn''t a hacker, he had a natural talent for software programming. Goodnight, see you tomorrow, lovelies~~