Sophia nced at her phone, puzzled by the message from the big shot. She just replied with a simple "Okay."


    Mirabe thought for a moment, remembering that the other person had helped her before, so she quickly texted back, "What kind of medicine do you need?"


    Sophia''s heart skipped a beat, pleasantly surprised at how amodating the boss was today. She hurriedly typed, "Just the regr stuff that boosts health and strength."


    The medicines mentioned were all top-tier, S-grade and above, vastly superior to anything Conrad concocted.


    Considering her role as the Deputy Chair of the Pharmacists'' Guild and the monthly requirement to submit her concoctions, Mirabe easily responded, "Sure, when do you need it?"


    Don''t Harvest My Ganoderma: "No rush, just by the end of the month is good."


    Don''t Harvest My Ganoderma: "If you''re missing any ingredients, let me know and I''ll send them over."


    Mirabe: "Alright, I''ll keep you posted."


    Sophia sent a quick thank you, followed by a money transfer, and set her phone aside, her smile slowly fading. Asking the boss for Conrad''s coveted form was out of the question; obtaining medicine from the boss was already a rare feat. Sophia sighed deeply. This would be thest time.


    Mirabe, seeing the transfer notification on Messenger, didn''t bother epting it. It was just a favor, no big deal. She tucked her phone away and rested her chin on her entwined fingers, watching James, who was still by the window, engrossed in a phone call. His tall frame exuded a cool elegance, his sharp profile, with one hand casually in his pocket, gave off aid-back vibe.


    Feeling Mirabe''s gaze, James turned, their eyes meeting. Mirabe blinked, her eyes clear and bright as water. James quickly wrapped up his call and walked over. He pulled out the chair next to Mirabe and sat down, casually draping an arm over the back of her chair, leaning slightly toward her. "Why were you looking at me just now?" he asked.


    Mirabe instinctively leaned back, amused at her own flexibility, and coughed. "I wasn''t looking at you, just admiring something beautiful!"


    James just sighed, knowing better than to expect any romantic derations. He reached out, gently pulling back the person who was nearly under the table, holding her hand without crossing any lines. After all, the setting wasn''t right.


    After dinner, James took Mirabe straight to the racetrack. Wyatt and Curtis were already there, having checked the ce''s security earlier. As soon as Mirabe stepped out of the car, Wyatt and Curtis greeted her with a hint of surprise in their eyes.


    They knew James had invited someone for a race today-the female racer from the other night. They just hadn''t expected James to bring Ms. Mirabe along.


    Curtis checked his watch, then looked toward the racetrack entrance, curious about the mysterious female racer. With top hacker Y covering her tracks, she had to be someone significant.


    James approached Curtis. "Car keys," he said, with a knowing look. Curtis snapped back to attention, handing over the keys while asking, "James, where''s the racer? Aren''t they here yet?"