Her phone rang abruptly.

Alexander Vance turned to look.

Evelyn Ross answered the call. "Hello."

Alexander glanced at his own phone.

The call hadn't connected.

So it wasn't her.

Many people were on calls in the lobby.

It was impossible to tell who was who.

Just then, a message arrived from "MetalSeeker": [Can't meet now. Let's reschedule.]

Top floor.

Evelyn was on the phone with James Klein while typing a reply.

James sounded amused. "How's the maintenance gig treating you, boss?"

Evelyn's tone was cool. "If you're free, find Alexander Vance's private number."

With his number, she could remind him about City Hall anytime.

James complained. "His information is highly classified. Getting his schedule was hard enough..."

"Just admit you can't do it."

Evelyn ended the call.

Thomas Watson stood nearby and sneered. "Miss Ross, the boss's private number isn't for just anyone."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Want to bet I'll have his number and WhatsApp soon?"

Divorce paperwork required contact.

Thomas scoffed. "In your dreams."

As soon as he spoke.

A notification chimed.

"Grandson" sent a WhatsApp: [Reach out whenever you're free.]

Ten minutes later.

The air conditioner was fixed.

Evelyn packed her tools efficiently. "The filter was too dirty. Affected cooling. Cleaning and replacing it solved the problem."

Thomas watched her professional movements.

His attitude softened slightly.

To prevent her from bothering the boss again.

Thomas personally escorted her downstairs.

At the entrance, he said meaningfully, "Miss Ross, the top floor won't need any more repairs."

Evelyn smiled. "See you at noon."

She turned and left.

Thomas was stunned.

He didn't take her words seriously.

Returning to the top floor.

Alexander had a lunch appointment at noon.

Thomas accompanied him throughout.

They arrived at a private dining club.

Thomas warily scanned the servers.

He didn't see Evelyn.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt he was being too sensitive.

How could one person hold three jobs simultaneously?

He relaxed and entered the private room.

After the food was served, the head chef came to greet them.

A familiar female voice spoke.

Thomas whipped his head around.

Evelyn stood at the door wearing a chef's hat.

She briefly introduced the dishes.

She leaned close to Alexander and whispered, "Mr. Vance, let's go check City Hall's records."

Alexander's jaw tightened.

His expression darkened.

Thomas was shocked. "You're really the head chef? You have the credentials?"

Evelyn nodded. "Yes."

She reached into her waist pouch.

Five work IDs accidentally fell out.

Thomas's eyes widened. "Five part-time jobs?"

Evelyn shook her head. "No."

Thomas started to relax.

Then he heard her say calmly, "I didn't bring them all."

Thomas was speechless.

Evelyn looked at Alexander. "I can do anything you need, Mr. Vance. If you want to avoid being pestered, why not confirm things at City Hall?"

Alexander's face grew colder.

Everyone at the table was watching her.

Alexander said to Thomas in a low voice, "Find out who leaked my schedule."

Evelyn's heart leapt.

She thought he had agreed.

Then she heard the rest.

Thomas stepped forward. "Miss Ross, please leave."

Evelyn was escorted out of the private room.

She stood outside and sighed.

Why didn't he believe her?

Her patience was wearing thin.

She didn't leave.

She waited outside.

She hadn't been treated like this in two years.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She took out her phone to vent.

She scrolled through WhatsApp but couldn't find the right person.

She simply posted on her feed.

Inside the private room.

Alexander dealt with the flattery.

Bored, he scrolled through his phone.

He saw a post from "MetalSeeker": [Don't get angry. Be patient with grandsons.]

Alexander was taken aback.

He sent a message: [You have a grandson?]

"MetalSeeker": [?]

"MetalSeeker": [That's an insult! Some fool doesn't understand words!]

Alexander: "..."

He realized his mistake.

He sent a message to cover it up: [Brains are for daily use. His is just for decoration.]

"MetalSeeker": [If you can insult, insult more.]

Alexander's lips curved. [We only insult people. We don't insult him.]

"MetalSeeker": [Seeing you know how to talk, I'll add something extra for the Dowager tonight. Any dietary restrictions?]

Alexander: [Less sweet and spicy. Anything else is fine.]

"MetalSeeker": [Okay.]

The conversation made him feel comfortable.

He suddenly asked: [Can I visit Grandma tonight?]

"MetalSeeker": [You're welcome anytime.]

She sent the specific address.