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 glanced over as Mirabella returned, sliding a plate of pastries her way. "How are you feeling?"
Mirabella let out a soft sigh, picked up a pastry, and popped it into her mouth. After a pause, she spoke her mind, "This place 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 Mirabella a cup of coffee, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you've underestimated the Davis family's wealth?"
"Totally, I was way off," Mirabella 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.
Mirabella stuffed another pastry into her mouth, oblivious to the crumbs on her lips. James noticed and gently wiped them away with a napkin.
Mirabella 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, Mirabella 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!"
Mirabella shot him a glance. "Real mature."
Cassie stuck out his tongue playfully.
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