Seraphina wanted to finalize the contract today to avoid any unexpected complications. However, presenting a contract right away might raise suspicion about her motives. Trust was the foundation of any partnership. Without it, no venture could last long. As for whether Ronald might go back on his word, based on her interactions with him so far, it seemed unlikely—unless the financial titan, Andrew Foster, showed up today and stole him away. Otherwise, there was no chance of it happening. But Seraphina didn't believe in coincidences. It wasn't likely that Andrew would appear out of the blue. After leaving the cafe, the two of them went their separate ways. Ronald stood at the entrance for a long while, unable to process what had just happened. Everything that had occurred today felt almost surreal—like something straight out of a dream. Suddenly, a top-of-the-line Maybach pulled up to the curb. A man radiating authority stepped out and walked straight toward him. "Good evening, Mr. Shepard. Our boss would like to meet you." The man spoke with professional courtesy, gesturing politely toward the car. Following the man's outstretched hand, Ronald saw the luxury vehicle parked by the curb. Its sleek, elegant design exuded sophistication and status. The license plate displayed a series of eights—a clear sign that whoever was inside the car was no ordinary individual but someone of immense wealth and status. Ronald followed the man to the car. The man opened the back door, and as Ronald bent down to enter, his gaze landed on the towering figure seated inside. A flicker of astonishment flashed through his expression. Once seated, Ronald instinctively sat upright, his body rigid, his hands and feet neatly together. He barely dared to breathe. Because sitting before him was none other than Andrew Foster—the legendary titan of the global financial world. Andrew was his idol, someone he deeply admired. According to rumors, Andrew was a prodigy with an extraordinary knack for numbers. At just twelve years old, he had been specially admitted to Evermist Institute for his doctoral studies. Even back then, he used his pocket money to invest in stocks, trade futures, and dabble in gold markets. Time after time, his precise investments yielded enormous profits. By the time he graduated from university, his net worth had already exceeded a billion dollars. At eighteen, he founded his own financial firm, officially stepping into the financial industry and dominating the field. His numerous achievements and unparalleled successes made him a rising star in the financial world—a beacon for the younger generation. "I've reviewed your proposal," Andrew said. "The concept is impressive." When Ronald heard his idol's praise, his heart pounded with excitement, and his palms began to sweat from the sheer intensity of the moment. "Thank you," he managed to say. "If I invest in your project, how soon can you generate returns?" Andrew asked directly. Ronald froze, caught off guard. For a moment, it felt like fate had dropped another golden opportunity into his lap. This was the second time in a single day that he was blindsided by sheer good fortune. "Well… um…" Ronald stammered, struggling to form a coherent response. "Is there a problem?" Andrew turned to look at him, his sharp, penetrating gaze locking onto him. "I've already found an investor," Ronald admitted reluctantly. "Are you referring to Zavier Mason?" Andrew raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. He hadn't expected that fool to have the foresight to back such a project. "N-No, not Mr. Mason." "Then who?" "Her name is Seraphina Whitewood," Ronald blurted before realizing he might have said too much. Although he desperately wanted to work with his idol, he had already given his word to Seraphina. Breaking that promise would go against his principles. "Seraphina Whitewood," Andrew repeated, the name rolling off his tongue as he tried to recall if any investment firms were headed by someone with that name. Nothing came to mind. Andrew didn't press further. Before Ronald left the car, Andrew handed him a business card. "If you change your mind, give me a call." Ronald accepted the card, thanked him, and watched as the Maybach drove away. "Look into this Seraphina." Andrew's deep voice resonated within the car as it sped down the road.