Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

A few minutes later, the Miss Chief, who had just finished a long day of work and was about to go home for a two-hour milk bath, received another call from Saria.

"Hey, how did it go? Did you meet the shareholders?"

"No....."

"Then hurry up and go! You only have half an hour left!"

"Ugh..." the diamond-level straight woman made a slightly embarrassed sound, saying, "I'm applying for company reimbursement, boss, I don't have any money for a taxi."

Saria's sturdy back appeared somewhat pitiful as she stood in the desolate cold wind in front of the cemetery, unable to pay her fare, having been cheated out of her change and tip by the unscrupulous driver.

I should have brought my wallet with me when I went out.

Chapter 115 Seraph: My Emotional Intelligence Is Comparable to the King of the North

Victoria, western suburbs, Wayne Villa, 8:10 pm

Wayne stood at the gate of the mansion, took out his key and locked the door. He looked up at the bright moon and sparse stars in the sky and scratched his head in confusion.

How is this going?

As soon as he finished writing the couplet this afternoon, Wayne rushed to the villa to meet the guest from Rhine Life. But he waited and waited, from 3 pm to 8:10 pm, and he didn't see anyone from Rhine Life, not even a Mibo.

That shouldn't be the case. Is your company's corporate culture late to the party?

Even if you're late, you should have arrived by now. Who can be late for several hours straight?

Wayne glanced at the message on his phone from the woman who called herself "Chief" that she had sent him around 5 p.m. that read, "The reception staff has arrived in Lentinium, please wait a moment." After thinking for a moment, he decided not to send a message back to ask what had happened.

If he didn't come, so be it. Even if Rhine Life didn't come to pick him up, he would still have to go to Columbia for the Science Expo and the Loken Water Tank Laboratory. It would just mean he would be a little more troublesome if he encountered any problems because he would be missing a shareholder cover.

Wayne shrugged, turning around to drive back to the palace to check on Vina and Theresa's situation. Just then, a taxi, speeding like lightning, screeched to a halt in the road in front of the villa, sending chills down Wayne's spine and making him frown.

With that sudden braking, wouldn't the people inside have their brains splattered out?

Not a single brain matter came out. The driver opened the car door with a smile, as if the difficult sharp turn and sudden stop had never happened. He opened the door for the passenger in the back seat as if nothing had happened.

"Thank you for your patronage. We offer express car service to ensure your satisfaction."

"vomit....."

Well, it seems not everyone is alright.

Wayne stood in front of the mansion gate and saw Vayvan swaying as he got out of the car, leaning against the door. He decided not to move and instead crossed his arms and leaned against the door.

He recognized this Vaivan; all Arknights players recognized him.

The only designated true god in the Crisis Contract, whose three skills are Obelisk's first aid, Osiris's drug preparation, and Ra's calcification, combined into one to become Rhine Lab's designated "old father," Ms. Saria, the creator god of light.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the guard sent by Rhine Labs to liaise with him.

Having the head of the defense department as a bodyguard shows that I have quite a lot of influence. Besides, Saria is not usually unpunctual, so her lateness must have been due to some unexpected event.

Completely unaware that Rhine Labs considered sending Saria a last resort, the real reason being that all other suitable candidates had been reassigned to deal with their own aliases, Wayne's initial annoyance at being stood up lessened considerably. Watching Saria shakily pull out her phone, attempting a mobile payment while the driver looked utterly bewildered, Wayne finally approached her.

"How much was this lady's fare? I paid for it for her."

Wayne opened his wallet, took out a crisp new bill, and handed it to the driver. Seria, who was standing nearby, was stunned for a moment, then quickly reached out to stop him.

"No, no, I can't accept that, sir."

Wayne glanced at her sideways, raised an eyebrow, and smiled:

"You didn't feel bad at making me wait so long, but now you're being polite when it comes to paying for you?"

Saria opened her mouth, then immediately fell silent.

The fact that he could say such things made the identity of the boy, who looked at least four or five years younger than him, self-evident.

The driver collected the banknotes, quickly gave change, removed his hat and bowed to Wayne, who was clearly dressed as an aristocrat, handed him his business card, and then quickly drove away.

Drivers are adept at reading people. A lone man and woman meeting in this desolate place late at night—it's either something shady or something more serious. Whatever the young nobleman and the woman with the foreign accent are up to, it's none of his business. It's best to slip away as soon as possible.

Wayne watched the car lights disappear into the distance and put away the business card in his hand.

This guy's driving skills are really good. There are indeed many experts out there. I should mention it to Vina when I have time, and ask her to take a look at this company. Maybe we can develop a new industry together.

Wayne turned to look at Saria. Under the lights, the "Diamond" lady's figure was still upright. Although she was not as tall as Wayne, her aura was not weak at all. If it weren't for Wayne's natural advantage in Victoria, plus Saria's shame, the top and bottom positions might really have been reversed.

Noticing Wayne's gaze, Saria first politely bowed according to Victoria's etiquette, then took Wayne's left hand and kissed the back of it herself before saying:

"I'm sorry, sir, there was an accident on the way, I'm late."

Wayne awkwardly withdrew his hand, ignoring Saria's words, and instead asked:

Is this your first time in Victoria?

"yes....."

Are you familiar with Victorian culture?

"Hmm... I've looked into it a bit."

Seria replied, silently adding in her mind: "From the recent popular Colombian TV series that depicts the complicated love story between a Victorian aristocrat who has fallen on hard times and a Colombian working girl."

There's no way around it. Don't let her usual stern and unsmiling demeanor fool you; women are all emotional, she's just a little slow to react. She also enjoys watching romance dramas in her spare time, she just won't let anyone know. Because she's very good at shedding tears at points that others completely miss, leaving everyone else awkwardly laughing.

This business trip was a last-minute decision, and Seria left in a hurry, only able to quickly inquire about Victorian customs and traditions via Line on the plane. And the internet...

Wayne paused for a moment, but to prevent Ms. Seria from making a similar mistake again, he spoke up:

“Um, madam, in Victoria, the gesture of kissing someone's hand is generally used by men when it comes to women…”

But since you're my daddy, it's not a big deal if I'm taking advantage. The main thing is...

"And it is generally used by men on married women."

Uh... it seems I'm considered married? After all, I'm engaged to Theresa, which means we're married, but not officially married yet?

Wayne's face twitched. Okay, Saria, you did the right thing. This etiquette is perfectly fine for me.

However, Saria didn't have the same ability as Theresa and the same telepathic connection as Wayne. Completely unaware of Wayne's thoughts, she was already at a loss with her mouth agape when Wayne explained the first point. After he finished explaining the second point, she completely lost her luster, looking like she had been petrified and turned into marble.

Wayne even felt a pang of guilt, thinking that her father had already had a very unlucky day, and that it was a bit much for her to go so far as to further upset him.

"Um, ma'am?"

Wayne tentatively began to speak.

Saria abruptly broke free of the calcification and apologized:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shareholder."

"It's okay, no one saw it, no one will laugh at you."

"Oh, I thought you were going to make fun of me just now."

Wayne: "No, no, not at all..."

Wayne realized what I meant halfway through the conversation. I said, "Nobody's laughing at you. You think I was laughing at you just now?"

So you're indirectly calling me inhuman?

Saria's expression was so sincere that it showed no sign of her trying to subtly criticize Vayne. Vayne was forced to believe that Saria hadn't meant it that way; she had simply spoken without thinking.

In short, low emotional intelligence.

Well, never mind. What else can I do but forgive you, my dear Sebastian!

Wayne glanced at his watch and said:

Do you know how late you are?

"Ten minutes, sir."

Saria answered honestly, then suddenly bowed to Vayne inexplicably before turning and leaving.

"Hey, wait a minute, come back here, where are you going?"

"Sir, I am late. According to the rules, I will come again tomorrow. I will report this matter to the commander and accept the punishment accordingly."

Wayne "..."

Okay, this guy is definitely not your average single-minded person.

It really is a diamond; even the molecular structure is exactly the same—it's all about honesty.

I simply complained that you were ten minutes late, and you just walked away, leaving me feeling awkward. If someone asks and says, "Oh, you just kicked me out because I was ten minutes late," who will be criticized for being petty?

Moreover, Sylvia is a lady, and in Victoria, a country that values ​​gentlemanly culture, it is tradition and customary to defer to ladies.

In short, they were too straightforward and never considered how their seemingly harmless actions would affect others.

In some ways, he's very similar to Wayne's father, the King in the North.

Well, Serena, you really are a "Serena-like" guy. You've really mastered the art of emotional intelligence. How about going to the underworld to challenge the King of the North?

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Wayne grabbed Saria's arm as she tried to leave.

"Since you're already here, don't leave. There's still time, so let's go inside."

Chapter 116 Kal'tsit: The Same Kin?

Victoria, western suburb of Lentinium.

Kal'tsit sped along the driveway on her motorcycle towards Wayne Manor. She had done her research beforehand; the western suburbs had once been property owned by the Duke of Lancaster, and that incredibly wealthy duke was clearly not a philanthropist, nor did he have any intention of developing real estate. Therefore, the western suburbs lacked the high-traffic areas typical of residential and commercial districts. And after the Duke of Lancaster's downfall in the Wars of the Roses, and his entire family being hanged on lampposts by the King of the North, the area became de facto royal territory, with no immediate plans for redevelopment. Racing here late at night was undoubtedly the safest and most enjoyable way to relax.

But Kal'tsit didn't come here to race and relax; she came to see Wayne.

Back in the North, she owed Prince Wayne a great debt of gratitude. If he hadn't used the Lock of Time in time to stabilize her Oripathy infection, she would probably be waiting for her farewell ceremony in the special treatment chamber for infected corpses.

Kal'tsit was not one to forget the life-saving grace. She was not one to forget kindness. After returning to Lontinim with Theresa from the North, she did not forget to take this opportunity to think about how to repay Vayne's help, even though she was locked up for two days by Theresa for sending Mon3tr to rummage through Theresa's clothes.

Qian Weien certainly doesn't lack anything. Although Kal'tsit's women's suit and watch, which are worth millions now, are still a drop in the ocean compared to the wealthy Weien.

After all, Vina is rich enough to own a country, and Wayne being rich enough to own Vina is equivalent to being rich enough to own a country plus one person.

Where is that thing?

Kal'tsit is, after all, an ancient...beautiful girl who has lived for thousands of years. Even dragons can accumulate mountains of wealth over a few hundred years, and while lynxes are smaller, their collections are certainly no less impressive.

But if Kal'tsit had to think of something right now, she really couldn't come up with anything. She didn't need anything to enhance his strength; the events in the North were just an accident. As the old saying goes, if Victoria ever needed Wayne to personally resort to force to solve problems, then the country was probably doomed. As for something to enhance his charm, Kal'tsit didn't want to give him that either. She was already unhappy with Wayne's flirtatious behavior despite having Theresa; if she gave him something like that, wouldn't she be aiding and abetting a villain, making enemies for Theresa?

She didn't want to fast-forward to "Sorry, Theresa." She still needed to keep an eye on Theresa's philandering lioness.