Before long, Sam''s phone buzzed in his pocket.


    James set his phone down and nced at Sam, "I''ve sent you Mira''s contact info on Messenger."


    The message was clear: forget about gifts, a direct money transfer or digital cash gift would suffice.


    Sam: "..."


    Mirabe''s lips twitched, turning to give someone a side-eye-wow, that was bold. James, unfazed, casually brushed her hair back with a calm demeanor.


    Sam, having been unexpectedly showered with sweetness, took a moment to snap back to reality. He shook his head with a speechless grin, pulled out his phone, opened the contact card his nephew sent, and added the new friend. Mirabe saw this and quickly grabbed her phone to add the contact as well.


    Sam wasn''t one to be stingy, sending Mirabe a generous amount straight away. If his nephew thought highly enough of her to bring her along, she must be someone special.


    He liked her right off the bat, finding her far more genuine and down-to-earth than those high-maintenance heiresses.


    Mirabe, seeing the transfer on her phone, felt a bit overwhelmed, a familiar fear creeping in from handling suchrge sums.


    James, noticing, leaned in and whispered, "Go on, ept it. Uncle Sam''s not short on cash."


    Feeling like she was subtly being called broke, Mirabe: "..."


    After a brief pause, she epted the transfer with a quiet nod and looked up at Sam, sincerely saying, "Thank you, Uncle Sam. If you ever need a hand with anything, just let me know."


    Sam found this amusing; it was the first time someone had offered him help. He chuckled, saying simply, "No worries."


    Soon, James called over a server to order.


    Sam wasn''t much of a talker, but he got along well with Mirabe. During the


    meal, he even had a bottle of red wine brought over.


    James abstained, but Mirabe joined in with a modest ss.


    After all, she was the one who received the cash gift.


    Post-dinner, noticing his uncle''s face flushed from the wine, James made a call to his driver.


    "James, I''ll take the minister home now," the driver nodded to him.


    James replied with a nod, noticing a canvas bag left where his uncle had been sitting. "Hold on." He picked up the ck bag and handed it to the driver.


    The driver took it without question and quickly left the private dining room with the guest.


    Suddenly, it was just Mirabe and him in the room.


    James turned to Mirabe, noticing the rosy tint on her cheeks from the wine. His gaze deepened as he pinched her cheek gently, asking, "Feeling tipsy?"


    "How could I be?" Mirabe shot him a sideways nce, batting his hand away. Despite the flush, her eyes were clear and bright, not a hint of drunkenness.


    Seeing this, James sighed in mock disappointment, "What a shame."


    Mirabe ignored his gaze, checked her watch, and then reached for her coat, slipping it on slowly. "Let''s go; I''ve got somewhere else to be."


    "Where to?" James asked.


    Mirabe''s eyes narrowed a bit as she casually buttoned her coat, replying, "The hospital."


    James looked surprised but didn''t press further, simply offering, "I''ll take you."


    Mirabe didn''t turn down the offer, softly agreeing as they left the private dining


    room.


    Before long, they were out of the hotel, with the car heading towards the city''s General Hospital.