Leaving the bedroom, Nathan walked into the study and immediately close the door behind him. He turned on his computer, logged into his email, and saw a message from a private investigator. The email contained a few photos, though not very clear, he could still vaguely see a masked man driving a car with Emily sitting in the passenger seat. He dialed a number. The call was quickly answered. "Mr. Reed." "Hmm," Nathan grunted. "Any new leads?" "Yes, a bit," the private investigator, who had taken Nathan’s money, initially thought this would be a simple task, but it turned out to be quite difficult. The masked man was very cautious, doing almost everything in secret, making it hard to get any photos. However, last night he finally found a break. He had bribed a newly employed waiter at the Hilton Hotel who provided the room number of the masked man and Emily. "Room 2307?" "Yes," the private investigator said. "I’ve found out that it’s a presidential suite that has been rented out long-term, with rent paid for fifty years. Moreover, the hotel manager has been instructed that no waitstaff are allowed to enter the room." Nathan stared intently at the few photos on the computer screen, his mouse moving quickly as he hoped to find more clues. "Mr. Reed, this masked man’s identity is very secretive, and he’s also very wealthy and powerful, even more so than you. I suspect he’s not from New York." Nathan understood the implication. If the masked man wasn’t from New York City, the private investigator’s search area would have to be greatly expanded. "Just tell me, how much do you need?" "...Five hundred thousand." "Fine, no problem. I’ll give you an extra hundred thousand. I want to see the room key card for Hilton Hotel Room 2307 on my desk before I go to work tomorrow morning." "Mr. Reed, that might be difficult. The Hilton Hotel is very strict about client privacy. Getting the key card will be really hard..." Nathan coldly interrupted, "I don’t care how you do it, I just want results. If I don’t see the key card tomorrow, I’ll find another private investigator and you won’t get any money. Think it over." He then hung up the phone irritably and tossed his phone aside. He buried his face in his hands, lost in thought. Emily... That name was like a curse to him. Whether driven by vanity or some other reason, he was madly determined to have her. He was like a gambler, willing to stake everything he had just to win. The door opened. He didn’t look up, annoyed, "Can’t you see I’m working? Get out." But it wasn’t Sophia’s voice that responded, it was Grace. "Nathan, it’s me," Grace said, sitting gracefully on the study sofa, exuding the elegance of a high-society lady. "Grace," Nathan stood up. "Would you like something to drink?" "You don’t need to be so formal with me. I can guess a bit about what’s going on between you and Sophia. I can also see you’re still thinking about Emily, right?" Nathan’s eyes flickered, avoiding her gaze. "There’s nothing to it." "Whether there is or not, you know it, and I know it. But you don’t need to worry. I’m not here to speak up for Sophia, I just want to talk to you privately." Nathan was puzzled by her intent. "Go ahead, I’m listening." "It’s nothing much," Grace smiled. "Sophia is my daughter after all. The news of your wedding is already out. If you don’t get married now, or if you break up, what will people think of Sophia? A marriage lasts for decades, it’s normal to have some deviations in thoughts along the way. I just hope you can calmly go through with the wedding with Sophia. After three to five years, when this has blown over, you can then announce your separation. What do you think?" Grace always gave people enough face, especially men. Her words sounded like those of a mother worried about her daughter, putting Nathan at ease.He seemed to relax a bit. "Thank you for understanding. Sophia and I... we’re just not suitable for each other." "Whether you’re suitable or not can only be determined through time together. You..." Grace hesitated, then smiled awkwardly. "I consulted some doctors. It’s actually quite difficult for you to get a woman pregnant, but Sophia is pregnant. Think about it, you can’t give up your family’s heir for Emily, can you? For the sake of this child, you should marry Sophia. This way, your child will be your heir. You’re going to be a father soon, you need to consider the child, don’t you think?" Nathan nodded. "You’re right." "I’m glad you agree," Grace sighed lightly. "Sophia is a simple girl. She doesn’t express her feelings well. When she came back from the amusement park, she cried for a long time. You actually doubted that the child in her belly isn’t yours... Nathan, please don’t say such hurtful things in the future. It breaks her heart." "...Alright." Grace’s words were meticulously crafted, leaving Nathan with no room for rebuttal. He still had doubts about the child’s paternity, but Grace and Sophia’s attitudes were beyond reproach. So he couldn’t insist on doubting whether the child was his. The child wasn’t born yet, and a paternity test hadn’t been done. Whether Sophia was lucky or had been unfaithful, it would all become clear after the child was born. Nathan remained silent. Grace asked, "Nathan, has your divorce from Emily not yet been finalized?" Nathan immediately became alert. "What are you trying to ask?" "Nothing much, it’s just that this concert incident was a wake-up call for me. Emily’s status as a married woman has been exposed. Now the news of your marriage to Sophia is also out. If the media finds out the truth about your relationship... that wouldn’t be good, would it?"