Curtis carefully reced the ck silk cloth over the object, his demeanor always cool and reserved, unlike Wyatt''s lively nature. He simply stated, "Let''s not mention this to anyone until James says otherwise."


    Wyatt nced at him, understanding his intent, "I know, I''m not stupid."


    Hearing this, Curtis''s lips twitched into an emotionless smile, "You''ve had your moments of foolishness."


    Wyatt: "..."


    That was downright insulting.


    "Speaking of which, James assembling this thing so quickly, could it be because Ms. Mirabe joined us, so he wants to make time for romance?" Wyatt, leaningzily against the table and tapping his chin, threw out the suggestion.


    The sour taste of love in the air!!


    Curtis shot Wyatt a look of disdain, "A brain is a useful thing to have." Wyatt: "?"


    "Do you really think James just wanted us here to see the assembled weapon?" Curtis said, clearly annoyed.


    When they had mentioned Ms. Mirabe earlier, James had made noment, only leading them to the basement, which likely hinted at a deeper meaning.


    Wyatt paused, his gaze bing serious as he considered Curtis''s demeanor. After thinking it through, a realization suddenly dawned on him.


    His cheeks twitching, Wyatt''s eyes fell back on the object covered by the silk cloth, "Could this be Ms. Mirabe''s creation???"


    He then remembered Mirabe''s asional bursts of skill, growing more convinced of its possibility the more he thought about it.


    Covering his face with his hand, Wyatt realized that if the weapon was indeed crafted by Ms. Mirabe, then his earlierments in front of James werepletely misguided.


    He had wanted to see the astonished faces of the department heads, but instead, he was the one who ended up embarrassed.


    Curtis nced at Wyatt''s fluctuating expression. Although he seemedposed, his thoughts were simr to Wyatt''s.


    Taking a deep breath, Curtis swallowed his pride and simply said, "Be more careful with your words in the future."


    Wyatt quickly nodded, "I don''t know if James is angry, but I need to find a way to make up for my mistake."


    Saying so, he pulled out his phone.


    Curtis watched him, puzzled, but his expression grew thoughtful when he saw the content disyed on


    Wyatt''s phone screen. He too quietly took out his phone.  fo


    **


    Meanwhile, in the car.


    Mirabe was talking to James when her phone''s Messenger app chimed. She was already holding her phone and stopped talking to check the notification.


    Wyatt: [Messenger Transfer]


    Curtis: [Messenger Transfer]


    Seeing the two consecutive money


    transfers to her via Messenger,


    Mirabe was a bit confused. She


    looked up at James, who was


    driving, "Did Wyatt and Curtis strike it rich or something?"


    James nced at the rearview mirror, not quite understanding, "Hmm?"


    Mirabe shifted her gaze back to her phone, typing a message while speaking, "Each of them sent me fifty thousand dors, very odd."


    Hearing this, James had a rough idea why the two suddenly transferred money to the youngdy.


    He kept his eyes on the road, but the corners of his lips curled up in an indifferent smile, telling Mirabe, "They probably got a generous year-end bonus. Just ept it, don''t be shy, consider it a New Year''s blessing."


    Just as Mirabe was about to respond to the two and initiate a refund, she


    hesitated upon hearing James''s words, pausing mid-action.