"Alright, since Grace Foster has completed the task, I will keep my word. Grace Foster, submit a regularization application form."

Grace Foster had not expected such a sudden turn of events; things had taken a dramatic shift. Just moments ago, she had steeled herself, ready to quit if necessary. Now, hearing William Thompson say this, she glanced at the grinning Henry Carter beside her and quickly replied, "Okay, Section Chief, I'll hand in the application this afternoon."

William Thompson grunted in acknowledgment and reluctantly offered a few words of encouragement: "Mm, well done. Keep up the good work... Take the money to the finance department. According to the rules, you can get a five percent commission."

After glancing twice at the smiling Henry Carter, William Thompson left in displeasure. Grace Foster looked at the grinning Henry Carter and curiously asked, "Mr. Carter, is this really the debt owed by Kaige Company?"

Henry Carter casually gathered up the scattered bills and said with a smile, "Do you really think I'd take out a million of my own money and pretend it's the debt? You know your Mr. Carter is broke—where would I get a million from..."

Grace Foster thought that made sense, but couldn't help asking, "How did President Zhou end up giving you the debt payment?"

Henry Carter grinned, showing his teeth: "Did you forget what I told you I used to do? Your Mr. Carter sold everything during those years abroad—even got paid for selling arms. If I couldn't collect money for selling a few pieces of women's underwear, wouldn't that be a joke? Are lingerie buyers more ruthless than arms dealers?"

Grace Foster was amused by Henry Carter's words and shot him a glare: "As if I'd believe you."

After a pause, Grace Foster looked up, put away her smile, and sincerely thanked Henry Carter: "Mr. Carter, thank you. You know how important this job is to me. If it weren't for you..."

Henry Carter waved his hand, scooped up the remaining stacks of bills, and stuffed them into his pocket, saying casually, "No need to thank me. There's a reason you call me Mr. Carter. It's just a small matter, don't take it to heart."

Grace Foster looked at Henry Carter, her gaze growing softer.

Watching Henry Carter casually gather the money, Grace Foster glared at him and reached out to help. "Why are you being so careless? What if you drop some?"

Henry Carter grinned at Grace Foster as she helped collect the money: "Managing money isn't really a man's job. Men are usually just responsible for making it..."

For no reason, Grace Foster's pretty face flushed, and she shot Henry Carter a look: "Since you say that, now that you've made the money, I'll help you take care of the rest at the finance department."

Henry Carter nodded vigorously: "Excellent, excellent. I was just thinking it was a hassle. Oh, and don't forget to collect the commission—we'll split it fifty-fifty."

Grace Foster was momentarily stunned, then shook her head: "I don't want the commission, it's all yours. I'm already very grateful that you let this count as my achievement and helped me get regularized. I still don't know how you managed to recover the debt, and honestly, I didn't do anything..."

Henry Carter waved his hand, speaking domineeringly: "No, we went to collect the debt together. Half each, no refusing!"

A flood of emotions surged in Grace Foster's heart. She remembered how, when they first met, Henry Carter's gaze had mischievously landed on her chest, and she thought he was a scoundrel. But after getting to know him, she realized he was quite the gentleman. Over the past month, he had helped her fend off William Thompson's harassment many times. Though he occasionally teased her, he had never actually done anything to make her uncomfortable.

Grace Foster's family situation wasn't good, which was why she cherished this job so much. She not only had to support her sick, unemployed parents, but also her younger brother who was still in school. After a moment of silence, Grace Foster nodded quietly, accepting Henry Carter's kindness. When she looked at Henry Carter again, her gaze was even softer.

...

President's Office.

Evelyn Clark sat in her office chair, fully focused on a document, her delicate face showing an unmistakable air of competence and capability.

Evelyn Clark was only twenty-six this year, but she was already a renowned businesswoman in Zhonghai City. The Jasmine Fragrance Company, founded by her grandfather, was originally meant to be handed over to Evelyn Clark's father. However, both of Evelyn Clark's parents died in a plane crash. After finishing her studies, Evelyn Clark took over as president of Jasmine Fragrance Company.

At first, many in the company doubted Evelyn Clark's ability to take on the role of president. But after several years in charge, the company's market value had nearly doubled, and Evelyn Clark's methods were ruthless. A series of personnel changes and the removal of several powerful figures left everyone in awe of Evelyn Clark, and no one dared to pay her lip service anymore.

"Ring ring ring!"

The phone on the desk rang. Evelyn Clark's eyes remained on the document as she picked up the phone with her right hand. "Hello... Yes, Minister Warren, what is it?"

The caller was Linda Warren, the head of the sales department. Earlier, William Thompson had come to complain to him about this matter. After William Thompson left, Linda Warren thought it over and decided to call Evelyn Clark.