… Meanwhile, at FX Nova Group's headquarters, the secretary entered Mr. Foster's office with a stack of files, placed them on his desk, and began updating him on the day's events. "This afternoon, you have a meeting with Mr. Kalwon, followed by a cocktail party tonight. Also, I've got the details of the girl you asked me to investigate. The surveillance video from that day has been sent to your email. It seems she's acquainted with Mr. Thomas. To protect her reputation, he had Mr. Smith attend her birthday party in place of the Foster Family." Andrew, engrossed in analyzing the stock market trends, paused to listen, then scanned through the documents. His eyes fixed on a particular file, and after reviewing the video footage, he muttered, "Interesting." Joe continued, "It appears that Miss Whitewood may have run into him by accident, then offered her help."Andrew, with an unreadable expression, clicked on the video footage, zooming in on the young woman's movements. He carefully observed every detail. His expression shifted to a slight smile as he paused the video. "Accident? I don't think so," he said calmly. Joe was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. If it isn't an accident, then she must have been waiting there on purpose for Ronald. That girl is only seventeen and already capable of such things. His gaze shifted to Andrew, and he almost forgot that his boss was a genius, unmatched in his skills. … Later that evening, amidst the slow-moving rush-hour traffic, Andrew sat in the back of his Maybach, observing the frustrating line of cars in front of him. Checking his watch, he turned to the driver. "Stop here." The driver moved a few steps and parked the car on the side of the road. Joe followed him out, glanced at the time, and calculated the walking distance. It's about a twenty-minute walk to the hotel, just in time for the meeting. About two hundred meters away, outside the campus gate, Yvonne was also preparing for a pivotal moment. She had been waiting there anxiously. When she saw Seraphina, Evelyn, and Dora walking out, she took a deep breath and gathered the courage to approach. "Reputation doesn't matter. I just need the money," she reassured herself. As the trio came closer, Yvonne rushed forward, blocking their path. "Sera, please, you have to save my father. Only you can help him now. Please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything," she cried out. The scene quickly drew attention. Students who had been about to leave halted, their curiosity piqued. A crowd began to form, adding to Yvonne's distress. Her eyes filled with tears as she begged, "Sera, my father helped you before. Please help him now. I'm begging you."