The school gate was bustling with activity.

Groups of energetic students walked by in twos and threes.

Evelyn Ross stood by the roadside, pushing her scooter.

She pressed her tongue against her swollen lip, her voice slightly hoarse. "Go on."

"The Vance Group appears prosperous, but the internal power struggles are vicious. The old patriarch favors the eldest son and is determined to pass the family business to him. Alexander Vance, as the youngest son, has faced significant suppression over the years."

"A few years back, the patriarch forced several arranged marriage candidates on Alexander. It was quite the scandal. Eventually, Alexander publicly declared he had already married a girl from an ordinary family, which finally quieted the rumors."

"The interesting part is, this so-called wife has never made a public appearance. She never attends any Vance family gatherings."

"So the truth is…"

James Klein deliberately dragged out his words, trying to build suspense.

Evelyn cut him off directly. "Understood. His schedule and contact info?"

James was left speechless, replying sullenly, "Schedule's in your email. Can't get his private number. Someone at his level has extremely tight security."

Evelyn remained calm. "Doesn't matter. I'll intercept him."

James immediately perked up. "He has plenty of bodyguards. Planning a direct approach or something more subtle?"

"Need to keep a low profile recently." Evelyn gave a lazy, roguish smile. "Besides, I'm a woman. A direct confrontation isn't suitable."

James was left utterly speechless.

The Vance Group tower soared into the clouds, dominating the most prosperous area of downtown.

Evelyn changed into a delivery uniform and entered the lobby carrying a cardboard box.

She showed her work ID to the receptionist. "A package for Mr. Vance. Requires his personal signature."

After the receptionist confirmed with the secretary's office, she was allowed upstairs.

The elevator went straight to the eighty-eighth floor.

As the doors opened, the view expanded dramatically.

The entire floor was the secretarial workspace, with over a hundred elite employees serving Alexander Vance exclusively.

Evelyn followed the guiding secretary towards the CEO's office.

After knocking, a deep male voice came from inside. "Enter."

Just as Evelyn was about to relax, a tall, lean figure stopped her.

Thomas Watson, the special assistant, scrutinized her with a furrowed brow. "Miss Ross? Why is it you?"

Yesterday she was pestering the boss at the Ashcroft residence, and today she dares to impersonate a delivery person to get up here?

Thomas looked displeased, signaling for security. "How did they let just anyone in? Escort her out immediately!"

Evelyn didn't change her expression. "Does the Vance Group look down on delivery personnel?"

Thomas sneered. "Don't turn this around. We respect all professions, but are you a real delivery person?"

"I am."

"Your work ID?"

Evelyn calmly handed over her credentials.

Thomas glanced at the registration date and was stunned. "...Eight years ago?"

She really was a delivery person?

"Can't I work part-time while studying?" Evelyn's tone was lazy as she called towards the office door. "Mr. Vance, can you sign for this now?"

A steady response came from inside the room. "Come in."

Evelyn shot Thomas a challenging look and walked past him into the office.

The office was decorated in a cool, minimalist luxury style. The black, white, and grey color scheme exuded an air of detachment.

Alexander Vance sat behind a large desk, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to reveal lean forearms. His well-defined hand held a pen as he reviewed documents.

He finished signing the last one before looking up. His dark eyes were unfathomable.

Evelyn pointed to the delivery slip. "Sign here."

The girl's fingers were pale and slender, their tips calloused yet柔韧有力.

Like herself, seemingly delicate yet upright, full of pride.

Alexander's gaze swept over her swollen lip. He picked up the pen to sign.

Evelyn suddenly spoke. "Mr. Vance, you're not actually married, are you?"

The pen tip stopped abruptly.

The man looked up, his gaze sharp as a blade locking onto her. An intangible pressure filled the room.

Evelyn was sure she had guessed correctly.

City Hall registrations require handwritten information. Mistakes are impossible.

Alexander claimed to be married publicly but didn't recognize her.

Combined with James's intel…

The truth could only be that Alexander fabricated a wife to deal with the marriage pressure.

He had never been to City Hall, so naturally, he was unaware they were legally married.

Evelyn said seriously, "Mr. Vance, I know this sounds absurd, but we are actually legally married."

Alexander slowly leaned back in his chair, a hint of amusement at his lips. "Miss Ross, don't waste your effort. Even if I were unmarried, I wouldn't marry you just to spite Julian Evans."

Evelyn was slightly taken aback.

He knew about her history with Julian Evans and thought she was approaching him for revenge?

Evelyn explained, "My finding you has nothing to do with Julian Evans. I want to…"

"I have no interest in hearing about your romantic entanglements."

Alexander cut her off, finished signing neatly, and handed back the delivery slip. "Stop harassing me. Or face the consequences."

Evelyn felt a surge of anger. "Haven't you already been unfriendly? Threatening to make me disappear from San Francisco!"

Alexander frowned. "When did I…"

Before he could finish, his专属铃声 rang suddenly.

It was a call from his grandmother's caregiver.

He answered immediately. The voice on the other end was urgent. "Mr. Vance, Mrs. Eleanor is missing again!"

Alexander stood up abruptly and strode quickly towards the door.

Evelyn wanted to chase after him and explain, but Thomas blocked her. "Miss Ross, know your limits."

Evelyn was helpless.

She was "escorted" out of the Vance Group building and walked home slowly.

Just as she reached the alley entrance, she sensed something and turned around.

The elderly woman she had met last time was sneakily following her.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow.

Before she could speak, the small old woman grabbed her wrist.

The old woman's eyes were bright, her tone both aggrieved and determined.

"Granddaughter-in-law, you're not getting away from me this time!"