"Keir, you''re here already?!"


    The subordinate, who had just taken the elevator down to the lobby a couple of minutes ago, almost thought he was seeing things when he spotted the boss at the elevator entrance.


    Jim gave him a sharp look. "Back to the Davis estate."


    The subordinate''s face turned serious. "Is something wrong?"


    Jim nodded, eyes as cold as ice. "Nobody needs to know I was here today."


    The subordinate was caught off guard. As he rushed to catch up with Jim, he whispered, "W-why?"


    Jim didn''t bother exining. As they passed through the hotel''s revolving doors, he added coldly, "Especially Grady."


    Hearing this, the subordinate''s mind immediately conjured up images of Miss Mira being startled by Keir''s abrupt appearance. Could that be why Keir left so quickly?


    He nced at Jim''s hands—sure enough, the gift hadn''t been delivered!


    Scratching his nose, he suddenly remembered the group chat and fumbled for his phone. Oh no, he had just mentioned Keir''s visit to Miss Mira in there!


    He wondered if he could still retract the message. But it was toote-it had been over two minutes.


    To make matters worse, it wasn''t just about the message. Why on earth did Grady, who never said a peep in the chat, choose this moment to pop up?


    The subordinate felt a wave of panic. One moment, Keir was warning him to keep Grady out of the loop; the next, Grady was chatting away. This was a disaster waiting to happen!


    Rubbing his temples, he realized he needed to fix this before it spiraled out of control. Quickly, he swiped across his phone screen and exited the group chat. If he didn''t admit to anything, no one would know it was him.


    Meanwhile, Robert had been deep in conversation with the math department folks for over two hours, only wrapping up around noon.


    As soon as the meeting ended, Mirabe got up from the couch, ready to leave.


    But Robert called her back. "Meet at the hotel entrance at 2 PM. We''re heading to Riverside University. Don''t bete."


    Mirabe nodded, gave Mr. Wu an OK sign, and made her way to the door.


    Once the door clicked shut, the living room''s silence was broken.


    "Hey, Mr. Wu, is that student in your team here just to pad her resume? Did Dr. Elliot arrange this?" The math professor was known for his bluntness.


    During their earlier academic discussions, it was clear to him that she seemed distracted and out of her depth. Unable to hold back, he voiced his suspicion.


    Robert wasn''t thrilled. "Mirabe from our department needs no resume fluffing. She was top of the ss inst year''s finals, and excelled inpetitions..." But halfway through, Robert stopped himself. With someone so narrow-minded, exining further would just seem like making excuses.


    "Anyway, Mr. Johnson, please be careful with your words. Avoid making baseless assumptions it''s not good for the reputations of students or professors," Robert said, his tone firm.


    The math professor''s face turned a


    mix of embarrassment and


    frustration. Without another word, he gathered his students and ying the bureaucratic


    card doesn''t he realize how poorly


    his student performed? Is he really that clueless?