*****Based on everything Xavier knows about the marketing and sales industry, no company in its right mind would ever deliberately make a VIP client wait.That was practically a business sin.It was a widely popular piece of knowledge that VIP clients were the golden geese of the sales world… people capable of dropping enormous amounts of money in a single transaction.More importantly, they were often extremely busy individuals with tight schedules and limited patients.Time, for them, was often more valuable than money itself, and often than not, they were frugal with it.Which meant every competent company followed one simple rule:Serve VIP clients immediately.Even if every salesperson in the building were unavailable, someone would make time.In fact, if necessary, a manager or even a senior executive would personally come down to assist them, but here…Xavier had been sitting there long enough to finish five cups of coffee.Five!At this point, his bloodstream prob

*****Silas first turned toward the receptionist only after his breathing had finally steadied into something resembling normal, and then he inclined his head slightly.The earlier image of a man on the verge of collapsing had vanished just enough to restore a thin layer of composure, though the faint sheen of sweat still clung stubbornly to his forehead.“I apologize for the trouble,” he said in a polite, measured tone, and hearing this, the receptionist visibly stiffened, clearly not expecting an apology directed at her.For a brief second, she looked almost caught off guard, her lips parting as though to respond, perhaps out of reflex more than intention.However, Silas didn’t give her the opportunity to speak. He smoothly cut in before she could utter a word, his voice still courteous but carrying an unmistakable undertone of quiet authority.“You can return to your duty now. I will take over from here.”“I…” The receptionist hesitated after hearing this, her gaze flickerin

*****Silas’s gaze narrowed slightly as he stared at Xavier’s retreating figure, scanning him from head to toe with open scrutiny now that he no longer needed to maintain the act.He held his intense gaze for a moment, clearly judging, assessing, and trying to see through Xavier, before finally, a faint frown formed on his face.‘He doesn’t look like much,’ Silas thought eventually, his eyes flickering with a trace of doubt. ‘So why…?’His thoughts paused for a few seconds, then they resumed more slowly and deliberately.‘Why is someone like him being taken this seriously… by that person?’The question lingered in his mind, and for the first time since he entered the showroom…Silas frowned properly.‘Could it be that I’ve simply overthought everything?’His brows drew together tightly as the question surfaced in his mind, refusing to leave as easily as it had come.And with that, different possibilities began to clash within his thoughts, each one trying to take precedence

*****Completely oblivious to Silas’s true identity, hidden scheme, and his carefully laid-out plan, Xavier walked ahead with an unhurried, calm, and almost lazy stride, appearing as though nothing in the world could possibly interest him enough to pick up his pace.His hands were tucked casually into his pants pockets, his expression indifferent, and his steps steady… the very picture of someone who had absolutely nothing in the world to worry about.Meanwhile, behind him, Silas followed by half a step behind, his posture slightly lowered and his expression polished to flawless obedience.The contrast between them was almost laughable… one looked like a bored customer dragged out of bed too early, while the other resembled a model employee doing everything he could to win “Staff of the Century.”Silas’s acting was so impeccable that even the most paranoid observer would have struggled to find fault in it. They would have sworn he was born to serve.Honestly…If only this were

*****Silas’s mouth parted before his brain could catch up, confusion flashing openly across his face for a brief, unguarded second.“Looking…” he echoed in a daze, blinking once, then again. “At the wrong car?”His mind stalled, his plan pausing mid-execution.“Hm,” Xavier hummed lazily, sounding as though he had just pointed out something painfully obvious. Then, without any sense of urgency, he raised his hand and pointed.Silas instinctively followed the motion… but halfway through, his fingers twitched again.It was a second, subtle signal.Instantly, the “ordinary civilians” scattered around the underground parking lot… people who had just begun to drift closer, slowly, and carefully, like curious onlookers with absolutely no ulterior motive… froze.Then, almost unnaturally smoothly, they broke away.One scratched his head and turned in the opposite direction, another suddenly remembered something important on his phone, and a couple began to chat as though they had nev