After waiting a minute or two, Wyatt came striding over, a square box in hand. He handed it straight to James. "I''ll get in touch with the folks bringing the meds soon."


    James nodded, ncing sideways at the car door. "Keep me posted on any updates."


    "Sure thing," Wyatt replied, all respectful.


    James waved him off and circled around to the driver''s side, popping the door open and slipping inside.


    There was still a lot to sort out after the auction, so Wyatt dashed back to handle it


    all.


    *


    Once settled in the car, James passed the box to Mirabe.


    Mirabe eyed the box, her gaze flickering. After a moment''s hesitation, she took it. "What''s in here?"


    "Medicine," James said, clicking his seatbelt into ce. He turned to her with a knowing look. "I figured you might need it."


    Mirabe met his eyes, which seemed to see right through her. She stayed silent, shifting her focus to the box, her lips pressing into a thin line. This medicine was not something outsiders should get their hands on.


    She quickly opened the box, revealing a porcin bottle with a unique mark on the bottom. Her fingertips brushed the bottle before she removed the stopper.


    A gentle whiff of medicinal aroma drifted out.


    "This stuff, if given to someone on death''s door, works wonders, keeping them going for three days. For those critically ill, it buys them a bit more time," Mirabe exined, her voice soft.


    James was clearly taken aback. "It''s that potent?"


    Mirabe smiled, capping the bottle again with a soft sigh. "It sure is."


    For someone gravely injured, vitality is like a second chance at life. Calling it miraculous isn''t far off.


    And for those who are critically ill, the extra time can mean the world, especially for the wealthy. Even an extra hour can make a big difference in divvying up assets and influence.


    After all, those who can afford such a pricey remedy are usually people with power and status.


    James picked up on theplexity in Mirabe''s tone and nced at her.


    With her exceptional medical skills and ability to craft lost ancient remedies...


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    James nodded lightly. "Do whatever you think is best."


    Mirabe turned to him with a


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    "Such a miraculous potion being snatched by thieves isn''t too far-fetched, is it?"


    James replied casually.


    Mirabe''s cheeks twitched slightly.


    So, what exactly did the thieves do wrong?


    She shook her head, dropping her


    gaze,


    eyshes lowering, and let


    the conversation drop. Her fingers stroked the box.


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    Lost in thought, Mirabe soon pulled out her phone.


    She sent a quick message to Cassandra.


    It wasn''t long before she got a reply.


    Y: "Life Renewal Elixir? I thought that was long gone. What''s got you asking about


    it now?"


    Mirabe tapped out a response: "Because I just got my hands on a bottle."


    Y: "No way, right? Aside from you, no one else in the family knows how to make


    it."


    Mirabe: "That''s why it''s odd. By the way, where''s Morgan? Is he still with the family?"