“What nonsense am I talking about? Even if I remember, what difference does it make? Data analysis shows you have an 87.4% probability of coming from the Ring of God, a 74.5% chance of being a noble lady, and even a 34.6% probability of already having a fiancé. As for me, a low-born junior manager, even if I do well, I only have a 1.4% chance of becoming a CEO before the age of 50, and just a 0.01% chance of becoming a resident of your world. The odds of being with you are even smaller.”

Sarah Bolton gave a self-deprecating smile. “Sorry, it’s an occupational habit. I’m self-taught in data statistics, and I like to calculate everything in terms of probability. I can simultaneously analyze 174 different data sets in one second and synthesize accurate results under 365 different probability scenarios. This efficiency is on par with a supercomputer, but to those in power, I’m just a more useful tool.”

“Mm.” Grace Miller gently raised her hand to caress Sarah Bolton’s cheek, reading the sadness in him.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to pity me. I’m used to it. So what if I’m treated as a tool? As long as I can survive, live a little better, what isn’t worth giving up?”

As Sarah Bolton spoke, outside the Public Security Bureau, four hovering aircraft landed simultaneously. The roar of their engines made the windows tremble. Members of the Overlord Guard, cradling pulse assault rifles, stormed directly into the bureau. Even the uniformed officers pressed themselves against the walls with their hands raised, not daring to block their way.

“Why is the Overlord Guard here? For you?!” In just one second, Sarah Bolton immediately deduced the answer.

With a bang, the door to the director’s office was kicked open from outside. Four fully armed soldiers burst in. Sarah Bolton instinctively stood up to shield Grace Miller behind him and flashed his work ID.

“Don’t shoot! I’m one of you, I’m also an employee of the Overlord Group! You can’t kill me!” Sarah Bolton shouted nervously.

These soldiers, faces hidden behind four-lens goggles, seemed not to hear his cries at all. The bright red laser sights remained fixed on all his vital points.

To be honest, Sarah Bolton was about to wet himself from fear, his legs trembling. The data running through his mind told him that if he stepped aside, his survival rate would increase by at least 50%, but his body… simply couldn’t move, because Grace Miller was even more frightened, clutching the back of Sarah Bolton’s shirt and trembling.

“Didn’t you hear what our guy said? Don’t shoot, he’s one of us.”

The speaker was a man with flaming red hair, dressed in a black patent leather trench coat, a pistol tucked at his waist. He strode in arrogantly, lowering the soldiers’ guns with a wave of his hand. The moment Sarah Bolton saw his face, he was stunned.

“Ms. Emily?!”

Yes, the man before him was the executive president of the Overlord Group’s branch in the Third Federal City of Gert, and also the mayor of this city. He was notorious for his unpredictable temperament, an outcast even within the Overlord Group, but here, he was the supreme ruler. Sarah Bolton’s final interviewer had been him…

“I remember you, kid, that little human computer.” Emily grinned wickedly as he walked forward. “Looks like I have a good eye. I just hired you, and on your first day you’ve already done me a huge favor. Not bad, not bad! Now hand her over to me, and wait for your promotion and raise! Hahahaha!”

“Ms. Emily… can you tell me why the Group wants to capture Grace Miller?” Sarah Bolton asked in a trembling whisper.

“Haven’t you seen the internal announcement? Oh right, you haven’t officially joined yet, so you can’t see it. See for yourself!” Emily pulled a metal tablet from behind him, flicked it, and a holographic screen appeared before Sarah Bolton.

On the screen, Grace Miller’s face was clearly displayed—it was a wanted notice, with a reward as high as the administrative rights to an entire city. That meant even a beggar on the street could become a local overlord by turning Grace Miller in.

“Hahaha! This time I’ve hit the jackpot! I get to govern another city, and I can pick whichever I want. Sarah Bolton, I won’t treat you unfairly.” That last sentence was superfluous; at this moment, Emily’s eyes were filled only with dreams of wealth and power.

“Ms. Emily, I don’t need a reward. I just want to know what you’ll do to her.”

Sarah Bolton actually didn’t need to ask. Just looking at the situation, it was clear that Grace Miller was definitely not some lost princess or the chairman’s beloved. These people simply saw her as a trophy to curry favor, a tool for their own rise.

“Is it any of your business?” Emily’s smile vanished instantly, and he slapped Sarah Bolton across the face, splitting his lip and drawing blood.

“Ugh!” Grace Miller tried to fight back in anger, but Sarah Bolton stopped her.

“Know your place. Do you know who you’re talking to? If the higher-ups want her, you have to hand her over obediently. Even if she’s your wife, you have to clean her up and send her over, and add, ‘Boss, have fun.’ Got it?” Emily sneered, gripping Sarah Bolton’s chin in contempt.

“Yes, Ms. Emily, I spoke out of turn.” Sarah Bolton hurriedly bowed in apology.

“See, isn’t that better? That’s the right way to survive under the dark clouds.” Emily shoved Sarah Bolton aside and grabbed Grace Miller’s hand, pulling her into his arms.

But unexpectedly, Grace Miller kept holding tightly onto Sarah Bolton’s hand.