Chapter 6 Chapter 6

“A... businessman?” she murmured, stunned.

Her mind was spinning.

A businessman... who hadn't been active for years?

Even so, Luan spoke of him with such confidence, as if he were the only real chance to save Sara.

Caroline's chest tightened.

Even if it was only a one percent chance, she couldn't give up.

Sara was all she had.

She looked up, determined, and said firmly:

“President, please... give me this person's contact information.”

Luan stared at her for a few seconds, surprised by the sincere plea in her eyes. That look was the same kind of look that made Nicholas stop whatever he was doing — intense, true, pure.

A flash of satisfaction shone discreetly in his eyes, but he disguised it with a restrained smile.

“All right,” he said after a calculated pause. “I'll give you his address and number... but there's one condition.”

Caroline sat up straight in her chair, anxious.

“Anything.”

“When you go to see him, don't say I sent you.”

She blinked, confused.

“Understood,” she replied without hesitation.

Luan took a card, quickly scribbled something on it, and pushed it across the table.

“Here you go.”

Caroline took the card carefully, as if she were holding her own hope on paper.

Relief and gratitude flooded her face.

“Thank you, President! Really... thank you!”

Luan watched her with a slight smile, but deep down, a silent thought crossed his mind:

Nicholas Wolf... let's see how you react when she knocks on your door.

Looking at the imposing building in front of her, Caroline Ford felt her legs grow heavy. The building stood before her like a mountain of glass and steel, the WOLF CORPORATION logo gleaming in gold on the facade.

For a moment, she stood still in front of the revolving door, watching the reflection of her own face in the glass.

Simple, pale, with her hair hastily tied back and clothes that barely concealed her fatigue.

But then she thought of Sara.

Of her sister's fragile face.

Of that brave smile that said everything was fine, even when her heart was failing.

Caroline took a deep breath, gathered what little courage she had left, and entered.

The lobby was luxurious, quiet, and cold—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and the soft sound of ambient music.

Before she could get her bearings, she was stopped at the reception desk.

The receptionists were two beautiful women, impeccably groomed.

Their tailored uniforms accentuated their silhouettes, their long nails were perfectly painted, and their faces were adorned with expensive makeup.

But the sparkle in their eyes was not one of kindness—it was one of judgment.

When one of them saw Caroline approaching, her eyes slid up and down, assessing her simple clothes, worn shoes, and dull hair.

The disdain came quickly.

“Miss,” she said with a polite but cold smile, “to visit someone here, you must register. Who are you looking for?”

Caroline hesitated, trying to keep her tone calm.

“I... I'm looking for Mr. Nicholas Wolf. Is he here?”

The sound of his name seemed to cut through the air.

The two receptionists exchanged glances. One of them even let out a small sigh, as if she had heard a profanity.

The first, the more arrogant one, raised an eyebrow.

“Who are you, exactly, to refer to President Wolf like that, by name?”

“President...?” Caroline murmured, confused.

The woman crossed her arms, her tone even colder.

“Yes, President Wolf. The owner of this company. The most important man in this building. And you think you can just show up here and ask to see him? Without an appointment?”

The mockery in her voice was almost palpable.

“Some women these days are really bold.”

They think that just because they have a pretty face, they can climb the ladder... scale the dragon and cling to the phoenix.“ She gave a cruel little laugh. ”Do you really think President Wolf is going to waste his time with you?“ Caroline frowned, feeling the blood rush to her face.

She took a deep breath, maintaining her composure.

”I think there's been a mistake."

I'm not here for personal reasons, I just...

“We're not interested in hearing your excuses,” the woman cut her off impatiently. “No appointment, no meeting. President Wolf isn't seeing anyone.”

The words hit her like invisible slaps.

Caroline took another deep breath.

It wasn't the first time she'd been judged for her appearance. But this humiliation hurt more than she wanted to admit.

Even so, she couldn't give up.

Not after everything.

She just nodded, turning away without saying anything. She walked to the nearby rest area, sat down, and folded her hands in her lap.

The receptionists watched her from afar, whispering and laughing. “Look at her,” said one, with a mocking smile. “She's going to wait all day thinking he'll come down to pick her up personally.”

“Poor thing,” scoffed the other. “She must have watched too many romances.”

Caroline pretended not to hear.

She kept her eyes fixed on the elevator doors, her heart beating fast.

It didn't matter how much they mocked her.

She wouldn't leave until she saw Nicholas Wolf.

For Sara, she would face the whole world if she had to.

Bratt Malike went downstairs to take care of some business when he was called by one of the receptionists.

“Mr. Malike!” the woman raised her voice, with a fake smile. “There's a... lady who's been waiting for hours to see President Wolf. We've already explained that he doesn't see anyone without an appointment, but she insists on staying here. She's bothering us and could end up tarnishing the company's image. Would you like us to call security to remove her?”

As she spoke, she glanced sideways toward the break area.

Caroline was sitting there, calm, her hands on her lap, her gaze fixed on the elevator doors.

Even in her simplicity—modest clothes, hair tied back hastily—there was something about her that caught the eye. Her fair skin, delicate profile, serene air amid the awkwardness. It was the kind of beauty that made other women uneasy.

And that was exactly what filled the receptionist's eyes with jealousy.

Bratt Malike followed the woman's gaze and, upon seeing who it was, stopped immediately.

Shock crossed his face.

That woman... it was her.

Miss Ford. The same one President Wolf had sent him to investigate.

What was she doing there?