When Grady got the call while sitting in the car, his face went through a whole spectrum of colors, finally settling on a shade of green.


    With Miss Mira right there beside him, he had to bite down on his temper. "If he wants to leave, let him. If he doesn''t want to stick around, that''s his problem!"


    It was downright embarrassing for someone of his stature, the head of a prominent family, to be dealing with such nonsense. If he went along with these shenanigans, he''d lose all his dignity.


    His subordinate, feeling the pressure over the phone, replied, "But if he just takes off and Miss Mira finds out what went down today... it won''t look good."


    Grady felt his patience slipping away. Was this going to be one of those situations where they ended up worse off?


    Taking a deep breath, Grady said quietly, "Talk to him properly. It''s no good for anyone to let this blow up."


    With that, he ended the call.


    Mirabe, sitting next to him, noticed his sour expression. She didn''t know what was going on but offered, "Uncle, if you''ve got things to handle, go ahead."


    Grady put away his phone, turning to her with a smile that seemed a bit forced, "It''s nothing urgent, just a minor thing. No need for me to get involved."


    Mirabe blinked, "You''re sure about that?"


    Grady''s smile deepened, "Absolutely sure."


    But not long after, his phone rang again. Despite his earlier im, Grady had to step out of the car.


    Mirabe watched him leave, feeling a mix of admiration and concern. Her uncle was really something, making time to pick her up from the airport despite everything on his te.


    **


    Grady, now known as ''truly kind,'' found himself back at the airport again.


    As he strolled into a café, a server promptly delivered a freshly brewed coffee to his table, like it was all part of a well-rehearsed routine.


    "James''s reputation definitely precedes him. I''m seeing it for myself today," Gradymented, shrugging off his coat, still radiating a touch of menace.


    While others might be intimidated by this man, Grady was unfazed.


    James nced at the middle-aged man settling across from him and quickly pieced together who he was dealing with.


    Grady, the right-hand man to the head of the Davis family, a real powerhouse.


    "Mr. Davis, you''re too kind. It''s our first meeting, and I apologize for not bringing a gift," James nodded politely.


    "I''m not your elder," Grady corrected with a cool edge.


    James just gave him a polite smile.


    Grady found the smile annoyingly ambiguous, almost like it was a deliberate jab.


    Taking a deep breath, Grady reminded himself to stay calm. "So, why did you insist on us meeting here?"


    James ran his fingers along the handle of his cup and sighed, "Wasn''t it you who needed something from me?"


    Grady: "..."


    Seeing Grady''s face shift, James decided not to push him further


    MS


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    Grady''s eyes shed with a dangerous glint.


    bet


    James met his gaze, his demeanor still calm and approachable, "It just so happens I have a batch in stock."


    ...


    Twenty minutester, Grady''s earlier anger hadpletely evaporated.


    With his coffee finished, he stood up, cleared his throat, and put on a stern face again. "One thing you need to understand, James, is that business is business. Let''s not mix personal matters into this."


    James stood too, nodding in agreement, "Of course. I''ll have the contract sent over tomorrow. It''s gettingte, and my girlfriend hasn''t been able to reach me. I bet she''s starting to worry."


    Grady: "???"