As soon as Mirabe stepped through the door, she was hit with the sight of extravagant decor andvish furnishings, reminding her once again of her modest roots. She''d always heard about her family''s financial struggles and had convinced herself that living simply could be an adventure in itself. But now, after seeing all this grandeur... Who was she kidding? Having money was definitely better!


    As she mused over this, she followed the others into the grand hall, her eyes quicklynding on the middle-aged man seated at the head of the room. Dressed in a dark, casual suit, he sat with amanding presence that radiated the aura of a seasoned leader, quite different from the gentle and kind-hearted Chester she had pictured in her mind.


    Mirabe blinked, trying to reconcile the image. Grady had already approached Keir and gestured towards her, "Keir, this is Ms. Mirabe."


    Jim''s fingers tightened around the armrest, but for the sake of his niece, he kept his cool, merely casting a nk nce at Grady. Seriously, an introduction for his own niece?


    Mirabe stepped forward, nodding politely, "Chester."


    Jim quickly swallowed his annoyance at Grady, stood up, and approached Mirabe, his stern face melting into a warm, practiced smile. "Ah, my dear, you must be worn out from your journey."


    Indeed, she was a true Davis family member, her features almost a perfect blend of her parents'' best traits. But there was something more—an undeniable charisma that outshone even her parents. Though she hid it well, Jim''s keen eyes didn''t miss it.


    Mirabe knew she was being sized up by Chester, but confident in her image as a graceful and well-mannered youngdy, she assured him she wasn''t tired and handed over a gift. "Just a little something for our first meeting, I hope you like it, Chester."


    The butler, seeing this, instinctively moved to help Jim with the gift. But before he could, Jim had already taken it, grinning, "Anything from Mira, Chester will adore."


    Surprised, the butler took a step back. Jim, holding the gift, gestured to the nearby sofa, "Come on, have a seat, let''s chat."


    Mirabe nodded and, with a natural ease, walked over and sat down. Jim gently ced her gift on the coffee table as if it were made of gold, then picked up a present he had prepared, sitting beside her. Chester also has something for you. Let''s see if you like it."


    "Thank you, Chester." Mirabe took the box, surprised by its heft. Her eyebrows shot up as she slowly opened it, nearly blinded by the


    fist-sized diamond inside. Wo


    the


    Davis family sure knew how to do luxury-always more and more extravagant.


    Mirabe looked up at Jim, "Chester, this is way too much. I can''t ept it."


    Jim''s face fell slightly, "You don''t like it?"


    Mirabe coughed awkwardly, "It''s not that..."


    But before she could finish, Jim cut in, "No worries if you don''t like it, just keep it


    as a decorative piece."


    Mirabe was left speechless.


    Jim then pointed to the ornate box


    se diamond, "Open the


    gift there even more."


    To be continued...