In the heart of the capital, where every inch ofnd is worth a fortune, the towering Gustin Group building stands tall, brushing the clouds. The ce is bustling with elites, always on the move.


    Paige walked into the grand entrance of the Gustin Group, holding two cups of milk tea. Thevish lobby was vast, with its high, starry ceiling making her feel dizzy, as if the end of the room was impossible to see.


    As soon as she stepped in, a security guard blocked her path. Seeing she wore a mask and had no employee badge, he said, “Miss, visitors need to register over here.”


    “I’m looking for Jaden,” Paige replied calmly.


    “Do you have an appointment?” the guard asked cautiously.


    “No,” Paige answered honestly. She hadn’t made an appointment with Jaden, just called Enrico directly.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    The two security guards, noticing her simple and casual attire and only seeing her clear, striking eyes, guessed she was probably attractive. They thought she was just another young woman, maybe a socialite or a small-time celebrity, trying her luck to meet someone rich.


    “Miss, if you’re looking for Assistant Jaden, shouldn’t you be dressed a little more… appropriately?” one of the older guards said with a teasing smile.


    Last time, a woman came looking for Jaden in a deep V-neck dress, revealing her cleavage, with a thigh-high slit. At least that one made an effort. But this one? She was bundled up too tightly.


    The other guard smirked with disdain, adding, “You think this is some casual ce? If you’re looking for a man, try your luck at the park-maybe you’ll find a toothless old tycoon there.”


    Paige’s gaze instantly turned cold.


    “What are you doing?” A cold voice suddenly interrupted.


    Both guards turned, only to see Jaden approaching, looking stern and far from his usual gentle self. They immediately lowered their heads.


    Jaden walked straight to Paige and bowed slightly, “Miss, let me escort you upstairs.”


    “Miss?” one of the guards eximed in shock. What was with Jaden’s respectful tone?


    Paige, holding her milk teas, continued walking inside, speaking coldly, “I know you’re busy, but theck of discipline in your team has been a recurring issue. Dismiss these two.”


    The Gustin Group’s reputation couldn’t afford to be tarnished by such behavior.


    Jaden’s face darkened further, already haunted by the fact that he had let Enrico be taken away once. He shot a fierce re at the two guards. “Go to the finance department and collect your pay!”


    The two guards stood there, stunned. Who was this woman?


    Jaden led Paige to the executive elevator reserved for the president, attracting several curious nces along the way.


    “Miss, why are you here?” Jaden asked, ncing at her.


    Paige raised the milk tea in her hand. “Here to ask a favor from your boss.”


    Jaden stayed silent. Did she even need to ask? Whether Mr. Gustin had his memory or not, Paige could make him do anything with just the slightest gesture.


    The elevator rose quickly.


    It was Paige’s first time visiting the Gustin Group. When she stepped out, she noticed the plush, soundproof carpeting beneath her feet. As she and Jaden walked forward, she spotted a door closing abruptly in the distance.


    She smiled, knowing what was going on.


    Sure enough, Jaden led her to that door. As he rang the doorbell, he said, “Without an ess card, no one can get onto this floor. No one knows yet that Mr. Gustin has returned.”


    Paige nodded. “Rachel has already met Enrico. I’m not sure what moves she and the people behind her might make next, so stay alert.”


    “Understood,” Jaden replied, then caught himself-he wasn’t technically her subordinate anymore.


    Soon, a deep, maic voice came from inside, “Come in.”


    It sounded as if he was trying hard to sound serious.


    Jaden gave her a slight bow and then left.


    Paige pushed open the door. Even though she had seen the Gustin Group’s luxury before, and had seen this office in video calls, being there in person was something else. The extravagant furnishings and the floor-to-ceiling windows were breathtaking.


    Enrico, dressed in an expensive suit, sat behind his desk, his posture impable, fingers casually interlocked in front of him. His sharp features looked serious, as though he were truly embodying the role of a corporate president.


    Was he putting on this act just because she was here?


    Upon seeing her, Enrico cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, “You’re here. Have a seat.”


    Paige smiled and walked over, standing at his desk. She tilted her head, studying him, her lips curled into a smirk.


    Enrico maintained his posture.


    One second.


    Two seconds.


    Five seconds…


    Finally, his shoulders slumped, and he leaned back in his chair, frowning at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”


    The whole “president” facade had vanished.


    “You’re doing such a good job as the CEO. Can’t I take a longer look?” Paigeughed as she sat down, cing the two cups of milk tea on the edge of his desk and removing her mask.


    “Doesn’t really fit, does it?” Enrico sighed.


    “What’s the rush? Take your time,” Paige said indulgently, her gazending on a sleek ck vase on his desk, her smile widening.


    “So, why are you here today?” Enrico asked, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie, quickly reverting to his usual self.


    Paige took out one of the milk teas, inserted a straw, and handed it to him. “Want some? I bought it on the way here.”


    Enrico took a sip-it was very sweet.


    Paige sipped her own milk tea, resting her chin in her hand as she looked at him with a smile. “Mr. Gustin drank my milk tea, so now you should take me somewhere, right?”


    “Where to?” Enrico asked, noticing the marks left on her cheeks by her mask, which made him feel a bit tender toward her.


    “Gangnam Hall,” Paige replied. “I caught someone there for questioning, but we haven’t gotten any answers yet. I want to check it out myself.”


    Though Rafael had agreed to handle the interrogation, he wasn’t putting much effort into it. Since Gangnam Hall wasn’t just a ce anyone could enter, barging in would be problematic. And asking Rafael for help was irritating-after all, he had almost tortured her to death in the past.


    Although she didn’t hold a grudge, it was hard for her to approach him gently and ask for ess.


    “Alright, let’s go,” Enrico said, grabbing his jacket and standing up.


    Paige was surprised. “Aren’t you going to inform Rafael first?”


    “He’s only a few years older than me, and he used to hide behind me in fights. After all the times I covered for him, why should I need his permission to enter his ce?” Enrico replied matter-of-factly.


    “Very well, that’s the Enrico I know,” Paige thought.


    Enrico might still be uncertain about her or his future, but when it came to people and events from the past, he was as confident as evermanding Jaden with ease and treating even the president, Rafael, with nonchnce.


    Paige followed him out, asking, “Am I interrupting your work?”


    “I’ve finished reading all the documents.”


    Interrupting, perhaps, only his boxing practice.


    “Alright,” Paige nodded, taking a sip of her milk tea as they walked out. Suddenly, Enrico nced at her drink and asked, “What vor is that?”