Zenith Underground Parking Garage.
Nina Sinclair got out of the car from the back door; there were no reporters waiting here, so she quickly entered the parking garage without being noticed.
When she saw the familiar yet unfamiliar luxury car in the reserved parking spot, she was even more certain that President Lancaster was at Zenith today.
The Zenith Parking Garage has a private elevator directly leading to the top floor, which requires a card swipe or password to enter.
Nina Sinclair stood at the elevator entrance, pacing anxiously.
What should she do?
If she couldn’t get into Zenith, how was she going to et President Lancaster?
Suddenly, Nina’s gaze fell on the password panel next to the elevator, and she thought to herself, why not give it a try?
After pondering for a mont, she reached out her hand and randomly entered a password.
As expected, the system indicated the password was incorrect.
She tried several passwords in succession, her birthday, Sharon Lancaster’s birthday, all to no avail!
What other number combinations could work?
Finally, she rembered the information on the marriage certificate, Julian Lancaster’s birthday! She hadn’t tried his birthday yet.
She input it with a mindset of giving it a shot, unexpectedly, the elevator opened with a ’ding’!
Huh... the password was right?!!
Nina pinched her thigh in disbelief; ouch... it hurt! She really wasn’t dreaming, the password was indeed correct.
Without further thought, she entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator stopped at the top floor, and Nina surveyed her surroundings for a mont, stepping out with so unease.
This was her first ti setting foot inside the Zenith Corporation, and it was even the territory of that President Lancaster.
The unknown ahead made her extrely nervous.
The floor was covered with a soft grey carpet, walking on it felt like stepping on cotton.
Nina walked straight ahead, and soon she reached the interior, where a wide door appeared before her, with a gleaming tal naplate on it.
It read: Chairman’s Office
This had to be President Lancaster’s office, without a doubt.
After taking a deep breath, Nina reached out and gently knocked on the door of the office.
After knocking twice, a deep and pleasant voice ca from inside, "Co in."
Nina froze, hesitating for a mont, this voice...
Why did she feel that President Lancaster’s voice sounded so much like Julian Lancaster’s, the pitch and the tone were so similar?
However, she quickly dismissed all of this from her mind.
Just those two short words, she actually heard a similarity, it was sowhat absurd.
Upon getting President Lancaster’s permission, Nina reached out and pushed open the office door to enter.
The large office was overall modern and minimalist, in a low-key gray, black, and white style, with a heavy solid-wood desk in the center, and a leather sofa chair beyond it.
At this mont, the chair’s back was facing Nina, she knew that President Lancaster was sitting there.
Recalling the previous encounter with President Lancaster, a blurred figure appeared in Nina’s mind, just as she was in a trance, she heard a voice...
"Is the matter settled?"
Nina froze in place, her brow furrowed; she didn’t hear wrong just now!
This voice, who else could it be but Julian Lancaster?!
She would never mistake it!
To think Julian Lancaster was sitting in the President’s office at Zenith?
Seated in the chair, Julian Lancaster hadn’t heard Felix Ford’s voice for a while, so he turned the chair around.
Upon turning around, he saw Nina Sinclair standing right there.
Julian Lancaster had initially thought it was Felix Ford who ca in, never expecting it to be Nina Sinclair.
She stared wide-eyed at him, her gaze filled with shock, surprise, and disbelief.
As they locked eyes, the air suddenly went silent.
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