As Wyatt started the car, he nced at Mirabe, noticing her fiddling with her phone, projecting images that seemed to float in mid-air, which made him touch the tip of his nose briefly before redirecting his gaze.


    Though curious about what Mirabe was doing, he tactfully chose not to disturb her.


    At the moment, Mirabe''s fingers were poised over her phone screen, her eyes fixed on a stationary red dot within the holographic projection, her gaze sharpening.


    Since intercepting an email sent by Dominic that led to this location, the red dot hadn''t moved.


    She hadn''t really expected to get any credible information about ''Cian'' from Presley, merely revealing her intentions to make Presley more vignt.


    As expected, while she was hacking into the entire pharmaceuticalwork, she intercepted Dominic''s encrypted email.


    Ordinary emails wouldn''t have caught her attention, but an encrypted one with the recipient''s details also hidden? That was unusual enough to raise suspicion.


    After reading the email, she was even more convinced that its recipient was the person she was looking for.


    In the midst of her thoughts, Mirabe''s phone rang. She nced at the caller ID, then put on her earphones and answered the call.


    "Miss Mira, we couldn''t find anyone," said As after a pause on the other end. "It looks like no one''s living there."


    Mirabe narrowed her eyes. The email had been read shortly after it was sent, so it was impossible that the ce was unupied. "Wait there, I''ll be right there."


    She quickly hung up the phone and also turned off the projection of herputer mode.


    Seeing this, Wyatt unconsciously stepped on the elerator.


    Minutester, the car entered a high-end residential area. Whatever Wyatt said to the security guard at the entrance, they were allowed through without having to sign in.


    "Ms. Mirabe, do you need any assistance?" Wyatt asked after parking the car in the underground garage, pondering for a moment.


    "No, it''s fine. You can go. Thank you," Mirabe replied while unbuckling her seatbelt.


    Seeing this, Wyatt decided not to probe further. "Alright, call me if you need anything."


    "Sure." Mirabe nodded slightly, then opened the car door and headed straight for the nearby elevator.


    Wyatt watched her disappear into


    the elevator, thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone to send message to his brother James, updating him on the situation before driving away.


    Mirabe went directly to the eleventh floor. As soon as she exited the elevator,


    she saw As waiting by the emergency stairs.


    "Miss Mira," greeted As as he approached.


    Mirabe nodded slightly, "As."


    "I just had someone check the surveince, and it didn''t show anyone entering or leaving," As said in a low voice as they moved


    rds apartment 01.


    Mirabe, hands in her coat pockets, listened without responding.


    Soon, As produced a card, swiped it at the door, and with a beep, the door unlocked.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow at the card in As''s hand, paused briefly, then entered the apartment.


    The ce was a three-bedroom with modern decor, adorned in ck and white tones, giving off a cool and uninviting atmosphere, devoid of any signs of life.


    From the looks of it, it indeed seemed like a rarely inhabited space.


    Mirabe scanned the living room, then leisurely made her way toward the bedroom.


    As followed silently behind her. Despite having already checked and found no one inside, his eyes remained vignt.