Grady took a moment to gauge the situation, then made his way over to the first car and opened the back door for her. He added with a touch of seriousness, "Merrywoods is quite different from back home. The factions here are strictly divided, and things can get a bit tense. That''s why we''ve got a convoy following us."


    Mirabe nodded, signaling she got the gist. "Understood."


    She ducked into the car, and Grady shut the door, giving Reid beside him a quick nod before hopping in the passenger seat himself.


    The convoy slowly began its journey, smoothly pulling away from the airport. Mirabe''s car sat snug in the middle, a strategic move to ensure protection from all sides in case anything unexpected cropped up.


    After a few moments of watching the world whiz by outside her window, Mirabe pulled out her phone and powered it up. Instantly, messages pinged in, asking if she''dnded safely.


    With a hint of mischief, Mirabe typed back: [Don''t mess with me. I''ve got a billion-dor inheritanceing my way.]


    James: [Seriously?]


    Mirabe: [0]


    James chuckled at the emoji and shot back: [Well, whatever the richdy says goes. Guess I''m relying on you from now on.]


    Mirabe rolled her eyes, typing: [The richdy says she''s not interested.]


    James sighed dramatically: [Looks like we''re not quite there yet in our rtionship.]


    Mirabe: [...]


    James: [Hurry back and take care of your boyfriend.]


    Mirabe thought for a moment, then replied: [...Buzz off!]


    Jeez, all these crazy thoughts in one day!


    Keeping a straight face, Mirabe closed Messenger and rolled down the window. The cool air rushed in, helping to cool the blush thathad crept up her ears.  fo


    Dang, if this keeps up, she might just lose her cool! Just then, Grady''s phone rang


    up front. Seeing the caller ID, he quickly picked up, "Keir."


    "Are you there yet?" Jim''s stern voice came through.


    "Yes, we''re in the car. You''ll see Miss Mira in about half an hour," Grady replied, sitting up straight and respectful.


    Jim didn''t sound thrilled about being thest to see his niece and hung up with a huff.


    Hearing the call end, Grady could almost picture his boss''s proud yet slightly miffed expression.


    Smirking a bit, he couldn''t help but look forward to Keir''s face when he finally met Miss Mira. It promised to be quite a scene.


    With that thought, Grady instructed the convoy to pick up the pace a little.


    About half an hourter, they rolled into the Davis family estate. Stretching over thousands of acres, the first grand iron gate visible from the window was a testamento true luxury and elegance.


    Mirabe couldn''t shake the feeling of being a small-town girl stepping into the big city.


    And she was the textbook definition of a small-town girl.


    Just a few minutester, the cars pulled up to the Davis family''s main residence-


    avish, castle-like mansion that oozed European charm and opulence.


    Before she could even step out, someone waiting outside quickly approached, respectfully opening her car door.


    Mirabe touched the tip of her nose, grabbed the gift bag beside her, and stepped out.


    The person who opened the door


    was the main house''s butler, probably in his sixties, dressed impably in a ck suit with a bow tie-a ssic Western formal look.


    He discreetly observed Mirabe as she emerged from the car.