Chapter 851
Honestly, everyone had been subtly leaving portions of the best dishes untouched, saving them for him.
“Yes, sir. Eating right now p>
Owen said quickly, sliding into his chair and grabbing the bowl Rachel had already prepped for him.
After the meal, Mira finally popped open her suitcase and started handing out the gifts.
“Rachel, this is for you p>
“Oh my goodness, sweetheart, why would you spend so much on me p>
Mira had picked out a stunning, custom-designed gold cuff from a luxury boutique in the Federation, and it practically screamed wealth.
“It’s nothing. You take such great care of me every single day, you deserve it p>
Grandma Eleanor admired the craftsmanship. “You can pass that down to your daughter-in-law one day p>
“I am absolutely not giving this to her.
I’m wearing this until the day I die, and if I ever need cash, selling it would keep me comfortable for a very long time p>
“You’re never going to need cash, Rachel. I promised I’d take care of your retirement, and I meant it p>
Grandma Eleanor nodded in agreement. “She’s right. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Mira will look after you p>
Mason had ended up marrying Daisy after all. Mira had sat down and talked with him about it, but he had been dead set on the wedding.
Since it was his personal life, Mira hadn’t pushed the issue.
Out of respect for Mason, the restaurant had even promoted Daisy to a shift supervisor.
Since the wedding, however, Rachel rarely saw her son and his new wife.
According to Rachel, even if they had a baby, she had zero intention of helping raise
it, preferring to just pay for a nanny instead.
As for Grandma Eleanor, she certainly had no shortage of gold or jewelry.
Instead, Mira had bought her and Master Ellis crates of specialized nutritional supplements and high-end vitamins tailored for seniors.
She had also hunted down a rare collection of medicinal herbs for her mentor.
There was no reason to mention the assassination attempt at the airport and ruin Grandma Eleanor’s peace of mind.
Finally, Mira handed out the brand-new PearPhones to Martha and Zane.
It wasn’t until after dinner, when Master Ellis pulled Mira and Owen into the private study, that the topic of the Ghost-Needle came up.
“This is a relic of the old world—an absolute master-class assassination tool. It looks fragile, but it’s incredibly rigid.
Back in the day, it was reserved for high-profile targets who had massive power behind them, the kind of people whose deaths would trigger massive fallout.
The true terror of this weapon is its stealth. Once it hits, the target just drops, and everyone around them assumes it was a sudden heart attack or stroke.
It gives the killer a perfect window to vanish without a trace.
It’s nothing like a gun or a blade, which instantly screams murder.
Take you, for example. You’re surrounded by elite bodyguards. If someone pulled a regular weapon, they’d be taken down instantly let alone manage to escape after the strike.
Thankfully, the Ghost-Needle used on you wasn’t coated in poison. To kill with an unpoisoned heedle, th assassin had to perfectly hit a lethar pressure point, meaning they were a
top-tier professional.
If it had been poisoned, a scratch anywhere on your body would have been fatal p>
“It’s practically impossible to defend against p>
Owen muttered, still shaken by how close they had come to disaster.
“Then why wasn’t it poisoned p>
Mira asked.
“Because the needle is so incredibly thin, it can barely hold any liquid. The poison would have to be lethally potent or contact. Plus the toxin has to be mixed directly into the gel during the manufacturing process.
Drugs like that are practically extinct.
A standard poison in such a microscopic dose wouldn’t do anything p>
“Master Ellis, do we have any Ghost-Needles in our armory p>
Mira asked.
“No. The main issue is the materials; it requires a specific, extremely rare biological gel extracted from deep-sea marine life.
We aren’t assassins, so there was never a reason to develop them. Even if I wanted
to make one, the raw materials are impossible to find now.
You just focus on perfecting your pharmacology skills, that’s better than any weapon p>
“By the way, I threw a handful of industrial-grade knockout powder right in his face.
It nearly took out the bystanders, but he still got away p>
“He held his breath.
A top-tier operative knows exactly what you’re doing the second you reach for a
powder p>
“I honestly thought he had undergone some crazy chemical resistance training, or
was using sheer willpower to fight it off p>
“How did you even know someone was aiming for you p>
Master Ellis asked.
“The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my instincts just screamed at me
to dodge p>