Evelyn raised an eyebrow.
"What is his name?"
She was genuinely curious about this "grandson's" identity.
She had met many corporate executives.
Perhaps they had crossed paths before.
The little old woman beckoned her mysteriously.
Evelyn leaned in cooperatively.
The old lady lowered her voice.
"I'll only tell you. Don't tell anyone else!"
"Okay."
The little old woman cleared her throat.
"His childhood name is Doggie."
Evelyn fell silent.
The old lady explained.
"My grandson was born in the Year of the Dog."
"He was as skinny as a kitten when he was born."
"I gave him that name. A humble name helps a child survive!"
"..."
Evelyn suppressed her laughter.
From the old lady's description, her grandson was at least a company CEO.
She wondered what his elite subordinates would think upon hearing the name "Doggie."
She was about to ask for his formal name when the old lady grabbed her hand.
"Granddaughter-in-law, the clothes here are too ordinary."
"Come home with me tonight to pick a few pieces?"
Evelyn recalled the voice message the old lady had sent earlier.
She knew her grandson would be home too.
They had already arranged to meet.
She nodded.
"Okay."
After a simple lunch outside, Evelyn planned to take the old lady home to rest.
She intended to intercept Alexander Vance herself.
But the old lady tugged at her sleeve.
"I'm not tired."
"I'll accompany you to work."
"We can go home together after you finish."
She looked afraid Evelyn would change her mind.
The older she got, the more she resembled a child...
Evelyn reluctantly agreed.
They arrived at a charity gala.
Evelyn settled the old lady in the lounge.
She then entered the venue with her press pass.
Alexander Vance was scheduled to deliver a speech on behalf of the Vance Group.
She deliberately chose a seat in the center of the front row.
She wanted to ensure he would see her immediately.
She had also arranged with the organizers to ask a question later.
In front of everyone, she would remind Alexander Vance to verify their marital status at City Hall!
Thinking of his potential expression, Evelyn's lips curved into a smile.
The event began.
Soon it was the Vance Group's segment.
Evelyn watched with anticipation.
But she saw Thomas Watson take the stage instead.
Thomas shot her a meaningful glance.
"My apologies. Mr. Vance has urgent matters to attend to."
"But the Vance Group's charitable commitments remain unchanged..."
Evelyn's smile froze.
She checked her phone.
She saw a message from James.
[Boss, Alexander Vance's entire schedule has been changed last minute!]
...This man was truly something!
It probably wasn't directed at her personally.
In Alexander Vance's eyes, she was insignificant.
He likely discovered his schedule was leaked and changed it for security reasons.
Tsk.
Who was he guarding against?
...
Evelyn completed her interview duties and handed her equipment to a colleague.
She picked up the old lady from the lounge and headed to the next location.
It was an automobile factory owned by the Vance Group.
Alexander Vance could cancel other appointments.
But a基层巡视 like this involved extensive preparation by the factory.
He wouldn't cancel it last minute.
Sure enough, after waiting briefly at a café outside the factory, they saw a black Bentley enter the premises.
Evelyn asked the café staff to look after the old lady.
She approached the main gate alone.
She showed her temporary worker pass.
The guard shook his head.
"Sorry. Mr. Watson specifically ordered no outsiders allowed today."
"..."
Evelyn had expected this.
Thomas was pulling out all the stops to prevent her from meeting Alexander Vance...
She smiled faintly and produced another pass.
The guard immediately straightened up upon seeing it.
He respectfully stepped aside.
"Please proceed."
Evelyn retrieved her pass and calmly entered the factory.
She found Alexander Vance quickly.
The man was inspecting the workshop accompanied by the factory manager.
All regular workers had been cleared out.
Bodyguards stood watch at the entrance, making approach impossible.
Evelyn could only watch from afar through a glass window.
The man wore a tailored suit.
His noble demeanor starkly contrasted with the cold machinery.
He listened intently to reports.
His occasional comments drew visible admiration from the factory manager.
In mere moments, this newly appointed leader had earned everyone's respect.
Suddenly, he turned as if sensing something.
His eyes met Evelyn's.
Evelyn waved at him.
Alexander Vance frowned and looked away.
Thomas walked quickly to the window.
He pulled down the blinds with a sharp "swish."
Evelyn was speechless.
She was once again "escorted" out by bodyguards.
Thomas stood at the entrance reprimanding the guard.
"Didn't I say no one gets in?"
The guard whispered in defense.
"But she's not ordinary. She..."
Thomas coldly interrupted.
"Indeed, not ordinary."
After all, what normal person worked so many jobs simultaneously!
Thomas looked at Evelyn with disgust.
"Miss Ross, the boss has already shown you courtesy."
"Please know your limits."
"If you continue harassing him, we will involve the police!"
Evelyn sighed.
"If you just verify at City Hall, you'll know I'm telling the truth."
"Why won't you believe me?"
Thomas scoffed.
"Both parties must be present to get married here."
"Your lies are full of holes."
"Only someone insane would believe such nonsense!"
"..."
Evelyn was utterly exasperated.
She spread her hands.
"Then I'll have to keep trying to see him."
Thomas sneered.
"Do you really think you can see the boss whenever you want?"
"If you succeed again, I don't deserve to be his assistant!"
Evelyn said nothing more and turned to leave.
It seemed she would need to use special methods tomorrow.
After picking up the old lady, Evelyn messaged the "grandson."
[The old lady wants to go home to get some clothes. Please send me the address.]
The "grandson" quickly sent his location.
He added another message.
[I'm almost done. Where are you? I'll pick you up.]
Evelyn opened the location and froze.
Beverly Hills... Wasn't this the Vance family estate?!