Grace Miller stood inside the transparent glass phone booth, gently closing her eyes. She was a little afraid, her body trembling slightly.

She wasn't afraid of the blood splattered on the glass, or the occasional bullet holes piercing through the glass dome. It was simply because Sarah Bolton wasn't by her side...

He was the first man she had met in this world. The sound of his heartbeat was as calming as home. His smile was even warmer than her brother's. When she was hungry, he would take her to eat anything. When there was danger, he would instinctively shield her with his own body.

In these short twelve hours since her birth into this world, Grace Miller had already formed a preliminary worldview: Sarah Bolton was the entire world, and everything else was merely an accessory supporting the existence of that world.

But now, he wasn't by her side, and Grace Miller's world had disappeared. That was why she was afraid.

However, Grace Miller believed in Sarah Bolton's promise. He would never abandon her. No matter how far, to the ends of the earth or the highest heavens, no matter where she was, he would definitely come back for her, and naturally take her hand and say, "I'm back."

This belief supported the strength of this human-shaped core fragment, allowing her to stand firm and unmoved even amidst a hail of bullets.

And what about Sarah Bolton? Where was he? Did he run away? No. He had changed into a crisp polyethylene suit, slicked his messy hair back with hair wax, and the pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet were polished enough to reflect his own face like a mirror.

The only thing unkempt was the manager-level ID badge from the Ba Wang Group that he was swinging in his hand.

He appeared exactly where he was supposed to be today: the Ba Wang Group branch in the Third Federal City of Gete.

This was the tallest building in the city, with 150 floors, able to accommodate 3,500 employees working inside at the same time. It offered 24-hour high-end dining services and an independent medical area. Even if you brought your own lunchbox, you could sit in the back garden and enjoy your break while looking at a single rose that cost a poor person a month's salary to cultivate.

The branch's courtyard wall was like a fortress. People outside wanted to get in, while those inside... really knew how to have fun.

To get into this building, people from all over the city would go to any lengths. There were even beautiful women who dressed provocatively at the entrance every day, seducing Ba Wang Group employees. For manager-level staff, some would even dare to pull them aside on the street for a quick fling.

The way to distinguish Ba Wang employees' ranks was simple: their ID badges were made from laser-engraved crystal electronic boards. Regular employees had transparent badges, supervisors had sky-blue ones, and managers had a prestigious crimson color.

Looking at the red badge swinging in Sarah Bolton's hand was a symbol of his status. He naturally swiped it at the guard's scanner, the main doors opened, and the guards didn't dare stop him. The burly men all stood up to salute him.

"I won the bet." Sarah Bolton smiled and nodded, walking toward the building as if he came here every day.

According to data analysis, Grace Miller's importance meant that her identity and secrets could not be disclosed to the outside world, so any information related to Sarah Bolton was also not made public. The intelligence was limited to the Ba Wang Security Corps; even the Public Security Bureau was only assisting with the lockdown and curfew.

So, Sarah Bolton swaggered into the building where he could have worked normally, heading to the logistics department under the envious and curious gazes of everyone.

"Hello, you must be Sarah Bolton here to report in! I am your personal assistant, and I'm responsible for helping you get familiar with the branch. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

A young woman holding an electronic folder, her big eyes blinking, stood waiting for him in the center of the lobby. She was so friendly, not minding that she had already waited for four hours, nor did she think to call and rush him. This was the strict hierarchy of Ba Wang.

"No need for introductions. I just want to go to the logistics department. Take me there," Sarah Bolton said.

"The office supplies you need can be requested through the internal management system. I can help you apply for them," the big-eyed assistant said respectfully, opening the electronic screen in front of her.

"What I need, I must collect myself." Sarah Bolton's understanding of Ba Wang far surpassed anyone else's. For the past fifteen years, he had dreamed of living here, but now, he had to leave immediately.

The logistics department was on the first basement level, connected to a huge warehouse. The layout was like a bank lobby, with many employees lining up to collect the items they needed.

Even though there was a curfew outside, the branch's operations couldn't stop for a moment. After all, the Third Federal City of Gete was a famous transportation hub, and those computer-controlled fortress trains were still running, endlessly accumulating Ba Wang's massive financial reserves.

Sarah Bolton's arrival made the junior employees step aside, giving him the number 001 spot at the logistics counter.

These employees found it strange. In a place like the logistics department, even supervisor-level staff would send subordinates to collect things—managers never showed up in person. That's why Sarah Bolton's appearance was so unusual.

"Hello, Manager. How can we help you today?" The employees behind the counter all stood up to serve him, bowing deeply, as if trying to attract Sarah Bolton with their cleavage.