Mirabe hadn''t heard from Zane in a bit, so she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Professor?"


    As they say,parisons can be tricky. Zane cleared his throat, trying to y it cool, "Just giving you a heads-up. Let''s leave it at that for now. Get some rest and swing by my office at 9 AM tomorrow."


    With that, he abruptly hung up. He was worried he might let his excitement show. Mirabe lifted an eyebrow again and set her phone down.


    **


    Meanwhile, Rorie trudged back to the ke household, feeling the weight of the day. Kitty had been waiting in the living room, and as soon as she heard the door, she got up, "You''re back."


    Rorie just nodded, handing her his jacket.


    "How''s everything at thepany?" Kitty asked.


    Rorie slipped into hisfy slippers and walked further in, sounding tired, "A couple of clients pulled their investments. Not sure why."


    Kitty frowned, following him, "What''s up with them? Our investment firm is top- notch with the best profit shares. Pulling out is like saying no to free money."


    Rorie rubbed his temples and sank into the couch, looking utterly worn out.


    Seeing him like that, Kitty gestured to the butler for some hot milk and asked, "Is the client withdrawal hitting us hard?"


    "A bit," Rorie muttered, not diving into the details of thepany''s troubles. His mind was still on the meeting discussions and the possible sabotage.


    Kitty, sensing something was off, pulled out her phone to check the firm''s financials. Not being a finance whiz, she only got the basics.


    Not finding much, she nced at Rorie, who seemed lost in thought and not keen to chat. So she headed upstairs.


    Yara had always had a knack for numbers; maybe she could make sense of it all. Just then, the butler brought over the hot milk for Rorie.


    He took a few sips, set it down on the coffee table, and leaned back on the sofa. After about ten minutes, he stood up to head upstairs.


    The butler, tidying up a cab, found a package and, spotting Rorie on his way up, said, "Sir, this package is for thedy. She might have forgotten about it; could you take it up to her?"


    Rorie nodded, took the package, and went upstairs.


    When he got back to the room, Kitty wasn''t there. He casually tossed the package onto the ss coffee table and headed into the bathroom.


    After Kitty came down from Yara''s room and knew Rorie was back in theirs, she went back up.


    Once Rorie was out of the shower, Kitty shared what Yara had deduced from the data.


    "Yara thinks someone''s pulling strings behind the scenes?" Rorie set down the hairdryer, looking at Kitty, surprised.


    Kitty nodded, "You know how sharp she is with numbers. If she''s picked up on something, it''s worth checking out. You should get someone on it."


    Rorie narrowed his eyes, grabbed his phone, and called his assistant.


    Kitty watched him on the call, waited for a bit, and then quietly picked up a clean nightgown and went into the bathroom.


    When she came out, Rorie had finished his call. He nced at the package on the coffee table, "Oh, by the way, the butler said you''ve got a package."


    He pointed to the coffee table as he spoke.