At this point, Murray stopped chatting with his confidant and waved him off, signaling it was time to leave.


    Due to this brief interruption, he didn''t check the email Asa had sent him. He decided to deal with Asa''s issue after the trading session wrapped up, assigning tasks to his team as needed.


    **In the private suite.**


    James nced over as Mirabe returned, sliding a te of pastries her way. "How are you feeling?"


    Mirabe let out a soft sigh, picked up a pastry, and popped it into her mouth. After a pause, she spoke her mind, "This ce is a whole other level of extravagance."


    Cassie, sitting nearby, couldn''t help but smirk. That was so something his sister


    would say.


    James chuckled and handed Mirabe a cup of coffee, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you''ve underestimated the Davis family''s wealth?"


    "Totally, I was way off," Mirabe thought back to when she first reconnected with the Davis family.


    Ordinary, struggling parents and five freeloading brothers-until life took a wild turn, proving the saying: life is full of surprises.


    Mirabe stuffed another pastry into her mouth, oblivious to the crumbs on her lips. James noticed and gently wiped them away with a napkin.


    Mirabe didn''t feel the slightest bit embarrassed and kept on munching.


    Cassie watched their cozy interaction and suddenly felt like a third wheel in the suite.


    Just then, Wyatt walked in from outside.


    "James, I''ve modified those gun models. We can test them out now," Wyatt nodded.


    Hearing this, Mirabe raised an eyebrow, easily catching the drift.


    James turned to Cassie. "Let''s go, time to pick your gun."


    Cassie, eager to escape the lovey-dovey vibe, sprang up from his chair as soon as James finished speaking. "Let''s go! I''ve been itching to get started!"


    Mirabe shot him a nce. "Real mature."


    Cassie stuck out his tongue yfully.


    -Soon, the group left the suite and took the elevator down to the basement.


    The basement housed a dedicated shooting range, split into simted and live ammo sections.


    Mirabe and the crew headed straight for the live ammo area.


    On the workbench, there were fivepact pistols, each sleek and easy to carry.


    Cassie hurried over, eyes wide with excitement, eager to grab one.


    But just as he reached out, his hand was smacked away.


    Cassie winced and turned to Mirabe, "What was that for?"


    "Do you even know how to use it?" Mirabe asked, unimpressed.


    "I don''t know yet, but I can learn," Cassie replied with a huff.


    Mirabe shed a knowing smile. "Sure thing."


    Cassie: "..."


    Wyatt, witnessing the exchange, stepped up. "These guns aren''t loaded. Ms. Mirabe, let me teach your brother."


    Mirabe,cking the patience for teaching, waved her hand. "Go ahead, as long as you don''t mind if he''s slow."


    Wyatt took her seriously,


    acknowledging that handling guns wasn''t an easy skill to master. He patted his chest confidently. No worries, I''ll make sure he gets it."


    Cassie, feeling unfairly judged, "?"


    Mirabe nodded and turned her attention back to the pistols on the workbench. She picked one from


    center and tossed it to "This


    one."


    swnov


    James noticed her choice and raised an eyebrow.


    The KH911 a model with minimal


    vel


    recoil but powerful long-range capabilities, required precise


    handling—a five-star difficulty rating for beginners.


    Was she setting her brother up to fail?