The young man was dumbfounded. Wait, a cup of coffee and two slices of cake... 480 dollars?! That was half a month's worth of living expenses for him. The waiter, growing impatient, reminded him again, "Sir." The young man pulled out a battered wallet. He rummaged through it desperately, turning it inside out. All he could scrape together was 305 dollars, not a cent more. "I… I only have this," he said awkwardly, lowering his head. The waiter's eyes betrayed a hint of disdain. "Our cafe accepts card payments or transfers." "I… I… I don't have any money in my account," he stammered. The surrounding patrons glanced his way. Their gazes were laced with condescension and judgment. "The remaining balance can go on my tab," a cool, clear voice interrupted. All eyes turned toward Seraphina. The young man stared at her in shock. When his eyes met her beautiful eyes, he didn't know what to do with himself. "I'll pay you back," he said solemnly, as though making an oath. Seraphina waved off the waiter and gestured for him to sit. The young man hesitated for a couple of seconds before finally taking the seat across from her. He pulled out a pen and grabbed a napkin. Writing down his name and phone number, he carefully handed it to her. "I'll repay you as soon as I can. Thank you," he said. Seraphina glanced at the name on the napkin.Ronald Shepard? It is him! No doubt about it. In her past life, she had heard this name more times than she could count—be it from the Whitewood Family or from that deranged lunatic. Ronald was nothing short of a legend. Ironically, she had that deranged man to thank. He had spent countless hours recounting Ronald's accomplishments in her ear, including tales of his struggles before his rise to fame. He would even read Ronald's biography aloud in front of her, lamenting over missed investment opportunities. Before her death, Ronald had already become the CEO of a top global corporation, with a net worth exceeding billions. Starting from scratch, he had reached the pinnacle of the financial world in less than eight years, securing a spot among the world's wealthiest individuals. He was a true legend.And behind this legendary figure was a sharp-eyed financial tycoon—Andrew Foster. It was Andrew who had discovered Ronald, funded him, and provided the space for him to unleash his potential and realize his ambitions. Back then, the entire industry thought Andrew was making a terrible mistake. Ronald's ideas were deemed too outlandish and unachievable. But Andrew believed in him. And Ronald proved everyone wrong, achieving the impossible and building a business empire. Together, they created a legendary story of their own. Seraphina looked at the shy young man in front of her. This was the same Ronald Shepard who would one day become a household name, brimming with confidence and charisma. Seeing him now—destitute, awkward, and scorned by everyone—was a stark contrast to his future self. "Can I take a look at your proposal?" she asked.Ronald froze. To everyone else, this document was worthless. Yet to him, it was more precious than his own life. "If you're not comfortable, that's fine," she added. Realizing she misunderstood, Ronald hurriedly shook his head. "No, it's just… the proposal is stained." "That's okay. As long as it's readable." Seeing she genuinely didn't mind, Ronald carefully handed her the proposal. He avoided the coffee cup with meticulous precision, as though the slightest misstep might lead to another disaster. It was clear how much this proposal meant to him. Seraphina understood that every proposal was the culmination of its creator's hard work and dedication.