Chapter 533

Owen stood by the living room’s floor–to–ceiling windows, wrapped in a sleek black trench coat that accentuated his tall, lean figure. He was on the phone, his usually stern face a mask of seriousness. As Mirabella and Johnny entered the room, Owen glanced over his shoulder at them briefly before turning back to continue his conversation.

Johnny gestured towards the plush sofa. “Please take a seat, Ms. Mirabella,” he said softly. “Mr. Owen will be with us shortly.”

Mirabella nodded in acknowledgment and perched herself on the edge of the couch. The villa’s decor was a study in monochrome minimalism, its understated elegance betraying the taste of a discerning designer. Johnny headed to the fridge, fetched a bottle of spring water for Mirabella, and settled himself on a nearby armchair.

He could tell that Mirabella wasn’t much of a talker, and frankly, what could he possibly have in common with a high schooler? So he sat in silence, not attempting to make idle chat.

Before long, Owen finished his call and walked over to them, the severity on his face replaced with a touch of cordiality. “My apologies for the wait.”

“No problem at all,” Mirabella said, shaking her head. She studied him for a moment. He still looked gaunt, almost skeletal, but there was a newfound vitality in his eyes. “You seem to be on the mend.”

lips. “Thanks to

nod, her demeanor radiating an innate confidence. Her medical

she suggested, motioning towards the chair beside

took a seat next to her and rolled up his sleeve to reveal a wrist where veins stood out starkly against his pale skin. As he reached

on Owen’s wrist, her touch light and precise. After

Mirabella?” Johnny asked, the concern in

relaxing again. “The recovery is decent,” she said. “But you didn’t

started, but his voice trailed off under Mirabella’s penetrating gaze.

came clean. “Dane modified

thought, her lips pursing slightly.

asked, “Is there an

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