"Ms. Gale, Cindy, what a coincidence running into you here." Cade seemed to appear out of nowhere, greeting them. Darcy said, "Oh, perfect timing. Let's head back to the company together." Cindy fell into silence. Just as they entered the building, Cindy's phone rang—it was Jethro. Cindy excused herself to buy coffee and stepped into a corner to answer. "Hey, Jethro?" Jethro took a deep breath on the other end. "Finished the meal? How did it go?" "Oh, one piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" Jethro thought for a moment. His palm felt damp. When he finally spoke, even he didn't notice the tremor in his voice. "The good news."Until now, he had never felt so nervous before. Losing a multi-billion-dollar deal was just losing a deal to him. But now, he— Cindy let out a soft sigh. "The good news is, Darcy and Mom have reconciled. They had a great chat." That was good news. It was also the result Jethro had most hoped for. Then what was the bad news? Jethro frowned slightly and loosened his tie. "The bad news is... Darcy said your relationship is strictly professional. She said she's 'not that close' with you." A bitter taste spread in Jethro's chest. Pain and dejection filled his eyes. A long silence passed without any response from her brother. Cindy worriedly called out twice, "Jethro? Jethro, are you okay?" Jethro forced a laugh. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Alright, you should get back to work. I'll handle my own issues." After he hung up, Rowan knocked and entered. "Mr. Blackwood, I've confirmed with the attorney, Ms. Hayes, again. She's available the day after tomorrow at noon." "Good. Schedule the meeting for then. Let me know once it's arranged." Rowan nodded and turned to leave. Suddenly, he heard his boss add, "Find out her preferences in advance and make arrangements accordingly." Rowan was taken aback. Last time his boss asked him to contact Mara Hayes, he had also reminded him repeatedly to mind his tone, be respectful, and not upset her. It had made Rowan think Mara was some kind of dragon lady, but she turned out to be quite friendly.Still, he couldn't ignore his boss' instructions. He nodded. "Yes, Mr. Blackwood. Understood." Strange. What exactly does the boss need Ms. Hayes for? From his online search, Mara seemed to specialize in divorce cases. But the boss was single, his sister was single, and as for the other Blackwoods— The old were aging, the dead were gone. There was no way to stitch their scattered pieces back into a complete family. Pushing down his confusion, Rowan quietly set about investigating Mara's preferences. Over on Darcy's side— In the afternoon, while she was working, she suddenly received a phone call. The caller introduced himself as the assistant to the president of Aethelburg's leading city commercial bank. He proactively expressed great interest in Stratagem Tech's newly launched product.Darcy's heart stirred. This is business delivered to my doorstep. She immediately replied with a smile, "Thank you for reaching out. How about this? I'll send the electronic materials to your email first. If the president is available, I'd be happy to discuss it with him in person." The assistant smiled, "That would be perfect." After noting down the email address, Darcy sent over the company introduction, product brochure, and the standard product solution, all clearly labeled. The assistant was also efficient. Before the end of the workday, he proactively added her on WhatsApp and mentioned that the president would be free for lunch the day after tomorrow. If convenient, they could discuss over a meal. Darcy immediately had Cade book a restaurant and called Cindy and Zephyr over. Hearing that Aethelburg Bank's president had proactively come to them with business, Cindy was shocked. "His assistant contacted you? That's incredible. Usually, we're the ones knocking on doors. Now we have a client coming to us. Do you think there's something off about this?" There's no such thing as a free lunch. If it looks too good to be true, it probably has its reason. Zephyr looked at Cindy, a hint of a proud, fatherly smile appearing on his face. Not bad. She's learning to think critically. He agreed and asked Darcy, "Could it be a friend who recommended you? Maybe this friend is low-key or doesn't want you to know, so they didn't tell you." An anonymous good deed? Suddenly, a guess flashed in Darcy's mind. Could the person sending her those anonymous texts be the same one doing these anonymous good deeds? Thinking of this possibility, Darcy unconsciously narrowed her eyes. Who could it be? Who's silently helping me behind the scenes? One name instantly popped into her head, but Darcy instinctively felt it wasn't right. It probably wasn't Jethro. Rather than guessing in circles, it was better to ask directly at the lunch meeting. In the blink of an eye, the day for the meeting with Aethelburg Bank's president arrived. Darcy arrived at the private room early with her bag. After checking the dining environment and confirming the room was satisfactory, she carefully sent a message to the president's assistant, inquiring about the president's taste preferences. After getting a reply, she pre-ordered the dishes. The president had other business in the afternoon, leaving Darcy only this one hour at noon. Pre-ordering was necessary.