shuhaige
Chapter 49
“You know, kiddo, your patience could use a bit of work,” James sald with a hint of an exasperated sigh, like a light breeze whispering through the leaves, faint and fleeting.
Mirabella’s eyes narrowed slightly, her finger hovering over the end call button before she shifted it away, asking again with a bit of grit, “So, are you going to help or what?”
The corner of James‘ mouth lifted in a half–smile. “In a hurry, are we?”
“Not particularly, but it’d be great if you were free today.” Mirabella replied after a brief moment of thought.
“Alright, shoot me your address and I’ll send someone to
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Pick it up.”
With that, Mirabella hung up and quickly opened her Messenger. Without hesitation, she found James‘ new chat and sent him the location of her apartment complex.
James received the pin on Messenger and shot back a quick [OK] Then, he looked up at his crew standing a short distance away, each with a look of shock in their eyes.
His eyes narrowed as his mild manner on the phone vanished, “That’s enough for today. Dismissed,” he said, his voice cold and detached.
The team jolted to attention, hastily averting their eyes and scurrying out without a word.
Wyatt was the last to leave, and he was the one who got called back. “Wyatt, I need you to pick something up.”
Wyatt halted, turned around, and looked at his boss. After a few seconds of silence, he asked softly. “For Mirabella?”
James absently twirled his phone in his hand and hummed in affirmation.
Wyatt’s expression grew complicated. Despite his intense curiosity, he knew better than to pry. He nodded in understanding and made his way out. Just as he was about to step out, James, who’d been lounging lazily in his chair, stood up. “Never mind, I’ll go myself.”
Wyatt, taken aback, could only think, “Is this really the boss I know?
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Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up outside Mirabella’s apartment building. James sent a quick message to Mirabella via Messenger. Soon after, a slender young woman emerged from the weathered iron gate.
As the car window slid down James turned to look at Mirabella, his cool demeanor tinged with a touch of curiosity. “It’s the weekend. Why aren’t you dropping this off at your grandma’s yourself?”
Mirabella handed him a wooden box, her beautiful face showing no particular emotion. She simply said, “It’s inconvenient for me.”
James glanced at the wooden box before looking back at Mirabella, his lips quirking. “Is it that stepmother of yours giving you trouble again?”
Mirabella gave him a side glance filled with complex emotions. After a moment, she joked, “Anyone would think bugged me with all you know.”
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James chuckled and shook his head. “The issues with your stepmother’s family aren’t hard to guess.”
Mirabella gave a mock salute. “Then I entrust my package to you. I’ll treat you to dinner another day.”
James raised an eyebrow, half in jest. “You trust me just like that?”
Mirabella had already turned to leave, but at his question, she paused and turned back halfway. The breeze caught her hair, brushing it against her cheek. She casually tucked a strand behind her ear, her gaze casually landing on James‘ face, her smile ambiguous, “It’s nothing of value anyway.”
With those words, she walked away, her posture proud and unbothered.