The woman’s heels clicked softly on the pavement as she stepped toward Ethan. Her posture was poised, elegant, and she moved with the grace of someone accustomed to commanding attention, yet there was a subtle shift in her expression—a quiet respect that softened her otherwise regal stance. As she approached, she lowered her gaze briefly before meeting Ethan’s eyes. Her voice, when she spoke, was calm but laced with sincerity. “Excuse me, Sir,” she said again, her tone not demanding, but genuine—an invitation, almost a plea. Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Can I help you?” She stopped two feet away. No closer. No sudden movements. Smart. “My name is Alice Morgan. CEO of MorganTech,” she said, voice clipped but polite. “I… I’m here to beg for your help…” MorganTech. The very name that made Sierra grind her teeth. The rival company Sierra loathed more than any other. His jaw flexed. “Is that so?” “I know you’re an important member of Nova Corp,” she continued, tone unwavering.

Ethan walked out of the hotel, he didn’t know why he almost lost his control.The cold wind cooled him down, he took out his phone and first added Sierra to his blacklist—he didn't want that woman bothering him anymore.Then, he made another call."Elsa, it's me."The person on the other end was Nova Corporation's CEO, Elsa Logan!She was someone everyone in the city wanted to curry favor with. Rumor had it that the mysterious owner of Nova Corporation was extremely low-profile, so all company decisions were made by Elsa.Therefore, anyone who maintained a good relationship with her had no shortage of opportunities to get rich.However, at this moment, the high and mighty female CEO spoke to Ethan in an extremely respectful tone."Boss, is there anything you need me to do?"Ethan replied casually, "There's a business banquet tomorrow, right? Remove Sierra's company from the guest list. And from now on, don't invite them to any company events again. She's no longer our business partner

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as the man’s voice echoed through the grand entrance of the banquet hall. The security guard stiffened, exchanging a quick glance with his colleague before speaking into his earpiece. “Copy that. Initiating system reboot.” Sierra’s confident smirk faltered as a second guard approached her and Marcus. “Miss Sierra, Mr. Marcus—we’ll need you to step aside for a moment while we refresh the guest registry.” “What?!” Sierra snapped, clearly affronted. “Are you serious? I already got in! My name was verified!” “I understand, ma’am, but we’ve been instructed to re-check all entries due to a last-minute update from Nova’s director’s office. It’ll only take a minute.” Alice folded her arms calmly, her expression slowly regaining composure as Sierra and Marcus were gently ushered aside like everyone else. Ethan took out his phone and tapped rapidly. Seconds later, the man in the suit, now clearly identified as one of Nova’s executive assistants, s

As the dinner party of Nova Corp officially commenced, the atmosphere shifted. The lights dimmed further, and the chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow across the large banquet hall. Conversations simmered to a low murmur as the elegantly dressed host stepped onto the small platform in front of the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began with a practiced smile, his voice calm yet commanding. “Tonight, we have not one, but two exciting announcements.” Gasps fluttered across the room. All eyes focused on the stage. The host raised his hand for silence. “First, we will be revealing the ten companies selected for future cooperation with Nova Corp—our most exclusive and competitive partnership program to date.” A ripple of excitement swept through the crowd. Phones were subtly raised, executives straightened their suits, and whispers of speculation passed from table to table. He allowed the moment to hang in the air before continuing, “And second… our elusive boss, the founder and soul

Everyone turned toward the voice. A collective gasp rippled across the hall. It was Elsa Logan—the icy, elegant CEO of Nova Corp—standing tall in her midnight-blue gown, her posture commanding and her gaze razor-sharp. The hem of her dress trailed like dark silk smoke as she walked down the aisle, her heels tapping a warning with every step. Maxime Trent’s face turned ghost-white. Why is she here? he panicked internally. Elsa had no official title or shares in the parent corporation, but everyone in the company knew one chilling truth: she was the only one with a direct line to the mysterious boss—the real power behind the empire. Maxime wouldn’t dare offend her. “Miss L-Logan,” he stammered, trying to maintain his composure. “I—I didn’t know you were attending tonight…” Elsa didn’t spare him a glance. She addressed the host once more, her voice clear and sharp. “There was no mistake. MorganTech belongs on the list. That was my decision.” Murmurs surged again, confused a