Chapter 911
Mira explained earnestly.
Despite her high social standing, Mira never threw her weight around or snapped at working-class staff.
“Does Mr. Lance know you’re here p>
“No, he doesn’t. Could you let him know p>
Mira told the truth.
Just then, one guard reached for the intercom, but the other frantically shot him a
look.
“Please go right in, Miss Mercer p>
As Mira and her two companions walked inside, the first guard finally asked, “Why didn’t you let me call it in p>
“Are you an idiot? You want to get chewed out for keeping his lady waiting p>
“But what if something goes wrong? Just now p>
“That’s none of our business p>
“But last time p>
“Hey, you don’t get it. The current boss isn’t Lawrence Lance. And Miss Mercer isn’t Miss Quinn. They’re decent people with boundaries. Nothing’s going to happen p>
The inside guards didn’t stop Mira either. Arriving at the CEO’s office, Silas and his partner tactfully stayed by the door.
When Mira walked in, Owen was in the middle of giving orders. He froze the second he saw her.
“My lady, what brings you here p>
“To check on you, of course. But it looks like you’re plenty entertained p>
Following her gaze, Owen spotted Vivienne Voss lounging on the couch.
“Why are you still here? What are you doing?” he snapped at Vivienne, terrified Mira would misunderstand.
“I told you I could help you. We need to talk p>
Vivienne shot Mira a look, a flicker of smugness in her eyes.
“I don’t need your help. Get out, right now p>
Owen couldn’t get rid of her fast enough.
“Come on, Owen. We’ve been friends for years. You won’t even offer me a glass of
water, let alone dinner? Are you really that heartless p>
“Who’s your friend? Get out before I call security p>
Vivienne shot to her feet with a scoff. “You’ll regret this, Owen. If you won’t work with me, I’ll take my offer straight to Lawrence p>
“Be my guest p>
Once Vivienne stormed out, Owen
turned to Mira. “Sweetheart, done
get the wrong idea. She insisted on helping. I looked away for a second, and she refused to leave
“But how did she even get in without your permission?” Mira teased intentionally.
“She claimed she had urgent documents to deliver. Who knew it was just an
excuse? I’m telling the lobby to permanently ban her p>
Owen hadn’t expected Vivienne to stoop to cheap tricks.
Mira trusted him and didn’t care to dwell on it. “How did today go p>
Owen glanced at the security
camera.ll tell you when we get et
home I’m just waiting on one last report. Take a seat and rest; it
shouldn’t take more than an hour p>
As long as there were no unexpected disasters, Mira was content. She sat down
nearby and grabbed a magazine.
Ten minutes later, Leonard Lance walked in, followed by a personal assistant.
“Are you Mira Mercer p>
“Ah, hello, Mr. Lance p>
Mira offered a polite nod, giving him
respect solely for
n’s sa
Then, she covertly assessed the old man’s physical health to determine the right dosage for her sedative.
“What are you staring at, young lady p>
“I have a background in medicine. I was just observing your vitals p>
“Medicine? I haven’t heard that about you.” The old man had certainly run background checks on her.
“I’m self-taught. I only treat my own people. If you don’t believe me, let me check your pulse p>