The school entrance bustled with people, their faces full of life and vitality.
Keira walked beside her electric scooter, her lonely presence standing out among the crowd.
She licked the swollen corner of her mouth with her tongue, her voice raspy. “Speak.”
“The Horton family appears prestigious, but their inner strife has been intense over the years. The old man favors the eldest son’s family, intending to hand over the family business to the first branch. As the youngest son, Lewis Horton has been constantly suppressed.
“A few years ago, the old man arranged several untrustworthy individuals for Lewis to marry. The conflict was heated to the breaking point, until Lewis announced he had married a woman from an ordinary family, stopping further marital arrangements.
“Well, his wife is quite interesting. She has never appeared in public or attended any Horton family banquets.
“So to sum it up, the truth is…”
Samuel intended to create suspense, but Keira had already come to a realization. “Understood. Have you found out his schedule and contact information yet?”
Samuel was taken aback and awkwardly said, “I’ll send you his schedule for the next few days, but I was unable to find his private number.”
Keira calmly replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll find him in person.”
It was normal not to be able to find the private number of someone with Lewis Horton’s status.
Samuel immediately became curious. “He’s usually surrounded by bodyguards and isn’t easy to get close to. Do you plan to use force or…”
“Let’s stay low-key for now.” Keira’s lips curled up into a mischievous smile. “Besides, I’m a woman. I can’t just force myself in.”
Samuel didn’t know what to say.
*
Horton Group Headquarters was located in the city center of Oceanion, a massive iconic skyscraper that showcased the extravagant wealth of the Horton family.
Keira tidied her courier uniform and walked in holding a delivery box, telling the receptionist, “This is a package for Mr. Horton. He must sign for it personally.”
The receptionist called the secretary’s office before granting her approval to go upstairs.
Keira stepped into an exclusive elevator and arrived at the top floor, the 88th.
Stepping out of the elevator, a vast open space came into view.
More than a hundred people worked in the secretary’s department, all serving one person: Lewis Horton.
Following the secretary who had come to receive her, Keira smoothly arrived at the president’s office.
Upon knocking, a pleasant voice came from inside, “Come in.”
Keira breathed a sigh of relief, just as she thought she would successfully meet Lewis Horton, a tall and thin figure suddenly blocked her path.
Tom Davis, the assistant, scrutinized her. “Miss Olsen? Why are you here?”
The woman harassed his boss at the Olsen family yesterday, but the boss tolerated her, and now, she was shameless enough to impersonate a courier to disturb him.
Tom’s expression turned sour, and he called over two bodyguards. “What’s happening? Can anyone come to the top floor without getting their identity checked? Get her out immediately!”
Keira’s face remained calm, “What do you mean? Is Horton Group looking down on couriers?”
Tom sneered, “Still trying to play the victim? We respect every job, but are you really a courier?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Do you think I’ll believe this nonsense? If you are a courier, do you have a work permit?”
Just as Tom finished speaking, a work permit was thrust into his hands.
Keira almost laughed, “Of course, I do.”
Tom was baffled.
His face froze for a moment. He then chuckled, thinking he had figured it out. “You probably just registered today, didn’t you?”
The work permit was opened, and the registration date was marked clearly.
Tom was stunned. “Eight years ago?”
Was she really a courier?
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