Jim took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator, his stride steady andposed, revealing nothing unusual. Yet, the assistant following him couldn''t help but steal a nce at Jim''s back, sensing that today''s Keir was a little off from his usual self.


    When they reached the door to Mirabe''s suite, the assistant instinctively moved to press the doorbell but was halted. Jim adjusted his jacket, turned to the assistant, and asked, "Do Ie off as intimidating?"


    The assistant, avoiding direct eye contact, cleared his throat and cautiously replied, "You actually seem... friendlier than usual."


    "Good," Jim nodded, extending his hand. "Hand me the gift."


    The assistant quickly pulled out a neatly wrapped box from his pocket and ced


    it respectfully in Jim''s hand. Just as Jim was about to ring the doorbell, he paused and turned to the assistant again, squinting slightly with a hint of disdain.


    "You might scare my niece. Go wait downstairs for me," Jim instructed.


    The assistant thought, Keir, it''s probably you who''ll scare Miss Mira, but held his tongue and simply said, "Alright." He then headed back to the elevator.


    Jim refocused, exhaled, and finally pressed the doorbell. Although he''d seen photos of his niece online, this was the first time he would meet her in person. He hoped he wouldn''t make a poor impression.


    After about half a minute, the door slowly opened. Jim held his breath, ready to speak, but his expression shifted as he faced a young man at the door. "Who are you? Why are you here?"


    Jim was usually low-profile, rarely seen in public, so even among the elite, few recognized him. James, who had done some basic research on the Davis family, hadn''t linked Jim''s face to the head of the family.


    However, feeling themanding presence of the man before him, James narrowed his eyes slightly and politely inquired, "Are you looking for Mirabe?"


    Jim remained silent, sizing up James from head to toe. Then a thought struck him, and his expression grew a bit awkward. Could this be his niece''s ssmate?


    Inside, the faint sound of a TV suggested others were present. His niece was in town for a conference, and here he was, unexpectedly showing up, nearly intimidating her friend...


    Jim, who had never felt so embarrassed, visibly softened his demeanor. Just as he was debating whether to confirm or deny his intentions, a phone rang, rescuing him from the awkwardness.


    With a sigh of relief, Jim took out his phone. Upon seeing the caller ID his brow furrowed, and a serious look crossed his face. Ignoring the call, he politely told James, "Sorry, wrong room."


    With that, he turned and walked away briskly James watched him leave, contemting the situation Wrong room? It didn''t quite add up. WhenJames had mentioned


    Mirabe, the man''s reaction wasn''t that of someone hearing an unfamiliar name. Maybe he was another member of the Davis family. James pondered this as he closed the door.