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

Aside from the fact that the company I joined is quite good, I'm just an ordinary Silicon Valley dreamer, no different from the millions of other young people who come to this city of technology and dreams. But today, out of the blue, I received a summons from a mysterious major shareholder of Rhine Life Sciences?

It's not that I'm being modest, I'm just Li Boli, who's not good at socializing, has a small social circle, and is just average-looking. How did I suddenly get involved with the major shareholder? And they even specifically asked me to go. Honestly, doesn't this feel a bit like being handpicked?

Upon receiving the instruction, although Hamer was still somewhat apprehensive and doubtful, seeing Professor Andronikov's envious gaze and hearing his reminder of "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me," and recalling the professor's usual earnest teachings and selfless help, Hamer nodded seriously and immediately recited two lines of poetry ___ (fill in the blank)____.

Emerging from the glass corridor and entering through a side door into Rhine Lab's administration building, Himer couldn't help but take in the interior of the building. Unlike the various departments and independent laboratories in the experimental building, the administration building was much more spacious, and the staff were all dressed in suits and ties, looking quite presentable. Some even gave Himer a friendly smile as they passed by.

The last time I came here to get my intern researcher badge, I was too nervous to observe carefully. Now, looking closely, it's no wonder that this is the office of the management team of a large company like Rhine Life Sciences, which controls the operation of such a company and has created one miracle after another. It's truly extraordinary.

"Is this Miss Himer?"

A steady female voice snapped Himer out of her reverie. Researcher Liberi turned around abruptly, clutching her notebook tightly, and looked at the tall Vayvan before her, replying:

"Yes, it's me. And you are?"

"Saria, head of the defense department, I've come to take you upstairs."

Saria nodded to her.

The headquarters office is next to the executive director's office, on the seventh floor, where the department heads' offices are located. Himer's invitation by Wayne was a last-minute thing; Rhine Lab hadn't had time to grant her temporary access to the seventh floor, so they had to trouble Saria, who was staying at headquarters for some "special reasons" and hadn't gone to the expo, to pick her up.

Seria, who was already being kept at Rhine Life headquarters by Director Henry because of Senator Chianti's attention, didn't refuse this seemingly undignified task of picking people up. She was used to it anyway; lately, she was either picking people up or on her way to pick them up.

"Minister Seraya..."

Hamer's eyes flickered. Saria didn't look much older than her, but she gave off a very reliable feeling. Just standing next to her made Hamer feel much less uneasy.

Is that why Saria is already the head of the defense department, while I am still an intern researcher?

Himer stared at Saria's profile for a while, secretly making up her mind.

In the future, she wants to become someone like Saria, someone who makes people feel at ease. That way, Fiona won't have nightmares anymore.

She will begin their future at Rhine Life.

"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

As the elevator ascended, Saria noticed Himer's gaze, turned her head, and asked in confusion.

This researcher is quite strange. Normally, apart from the people in the defense department, most people who see Saria will just say something polite like "Good morning, Minister" or "Hello, good morning," and then quickly lower their heads and walk around her. It's really rare to find someone who dares to look her in the eye like this.

The commander-in-chief and Monica said it was because my aura was too strong, even "oppressive." So, isn't Himeru afraid of her own oppressive aura? Saria was a little curious.

Hemer, unaware of Saria's thoughts, shook her head and said:

"I didn't see anything. I was just a little curious because it was my first time meeting someone like Minister Seria. You're so young, yet you've already become a minister. You're truly an amazing person."

He subtly patted Saria's dragon rear end, relieving the embarrassment of his absent-mindedness and making Minister Saria happy. He was pleased with his emotional intelligence.

Oh, so she's just a young girl who's fearless. I thought she was something special.

Unfortunately, the dragon's flattery landed on the diamond. Saria turned her head away uninterestedly, seemingly not pleased at all by Himer's praise. This fully demonstrated her upright and honest character.

"It's all the result of hard work."

She answered casually. Suddenly, the elevator doors opened on the third floor. The office worker at the door was about to step inside when he saw that it was Saria standing there. He quickly greeted her, "Good afternoon, Minister." Then, while looking at Himeru, who was in the elevator with Saria, with a sympathetic look, he frantically pressed the buttons to close the elevator doors.

She didn't get on the elevator.

Himer tilted her head in confusion, displaying an eagle-like bewilderment. Saria, however, seemed unsurprised, watching the elevator continue its ascent, and said calmly:

"It's just that I started working at this company a little earlier than you. You'll have the same opportunity to do it in the future, besides..."

"not to mention?"

Himer blinked curiously.

Besides, the shortcut has already arrived, hasn't it? Being suddenly called upon by Wayne to meet is one of the largest shareholders of Rhine Lab. As long as Researcher Liboli isn't being targeted by Wayne for offending him, her future should be limitless.

If it were anyone else, after understanding this, the next step would probably be to start currying favor with Himeru. But Saria wouldn't. If such an opportunity to soar to great heights were hers, she wouldn't give it up, but if it weren't, she would abide by the rules and wouldn't try to touch it.

"It's nothing. We've arrived."

With a ding, the elevator doors slowly opened. Saria spoke, stepping out first and heading towards the headquarters office. Himer paused, then followed behind Saria.

The head office was located in the first room on the left after turning left near the elevator, conveniently situated for department heads on either side of the corridor to report to each other. Seria stopped at the doorway and turned to look at Himer behind her:

"This is it. Be careful what you say later. The shareholder is a very mysterious person, so be careful not to make him angry."

"Thank you." Himer nodded to indicate that she understood.

Seria immediately pushed open the door.

Chapter Thirty-Five: He and I are, without a doubt, of the same kind.

Hammer had imagined many scenarios for meeting the Pulitzer journalist again, but he never expected to see him in this place.

"general....."

Startled, he unconsciously uttered a syllable, and Wayne quickly interrupted him:

"Miss Himer, this isn't our first meeting, is there any need to be so nervous? Why did you 'poof' it out?"

Himer suddenly realized what was happening, covered her mouth, nodded apologetically to the smiling Wayne and the surprised president and Seria:

"I'm sorry, I got too excited."

Seeing that Minister Seria did not suspect anything, and the Chief only gave her a reproachful look, Himer breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Pulitzer reporter reacted quickly enough; otherwise, if she had shouted it out, it would have been difficult to explain and could have even caused trouble for the Pulitzer reporter.

But why is a Pulitzer reporter here?

The technology expo had already opened, and four days had passed since the Pulitzer reporter accepted the commission and promised to begin investigating the Loken tank. Although Hamer knew that gathering evidence of a giant corporation's crimes was no easy task and required considerable patience, she still hoped the Pulitzer reporter would send her updates on the progress as soon as possible. Now, Hamer's peaceful life had gained a new element: spending half an hour each night before bed by her phone, reading and waiting for a possible surprise call.

But instead of a phone call, a Pulitzer reporter contacted Rhine Life Insurance, leaving Himer quite puzzled. Had his investigation somehow led him to Rhine Life Insurance?

Does Rhine Life also engage in such heinous acts?

Himer frowned slightly; she wasn't entirely convinced. But if the Pulitzer reporter really said that, she would definitely try her best to verify it. This was her most basic ethical principle as a scientist.

Hamer's mind raced, a jumbled mess, as if she'd forgotten why she'd come here in the first place. Seeing this, the Lady General frowned even more deeply. She coughed lightly twice and winked at Saria. Surprisingly, Saria seemed to read the air, slapping Hamer on the back to snap her out of her reverie.

"Ahem, let me introduce you. This is our shareholder, Wayne. He's the one who needs to talk to you, Hermer."

The commander gave a professional smile, but for some reason, Himer felt it was a little cold. She walked to Himer's side, patted her shoulder, and whispered in Himer's ear:

"What are you looking around for? Is this how you talk to a shareholder? That's a major shareholder of Rhine Life. You need to speak louder and more confidently."

She stood up, raised an eyebrow at Himer, secretly gave her a thumbs-up, and then turned and pulled Saria out of the office.

Hamer turned his head, glanced at Wayne and Kal'tsit standing beside him, and nodded knowingly. He reached out and walked to Kal'tsit, saying:

"Hello, Mr. Shareholder."

Kal'tsit stared blankly, mouth agape, at Himeru, then at herself.

"Pfft." Wayne couldn't help but laugh. "I told you a long time ago not to wear this outfit."

"Are you jealous that she seems more masculine than you?"

"This is the first time I've ever heard someone describe an airport in such a powerful way."

Kal'tsit's face darkened upon hearing this, and she lowered her head slightly. Her short, light green hair obscured her face, making it impossible for Wayne to see her expression. She took a small step back, and suddenly, the veins on her right hand bulged, forming an eagle claw, as she swung it towards Wayne!

Good grief, it's a grip strength meter warning!

Fortunately, Vayne's race is Feline, and his reaction speed is fast enough. He quickly dodged to the side and grabbed Kal'tsit's arm at the same time.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I was wrong."

"I'm not angry."

"You really don't have it?"

“If I had one, Theresa would have to go to the top of the Tower of Londinium to find you.”

What is this? Is it a special upgraded version of the Victoria-made bridge mount?

Wayne chuckled to himself, thinking that Kal'tsit could indeed do that, since hanging him up and being asked by Theresa to take him down were two separate things and didn't interfere with each other.

However, Kal'tsit clearly underestimated Wayne. Wayne was the Prince of Victoria, Vina's shadow, a shareholder of Rhine Lab, Theresa's husband, and Theresis's partner. He wasn't afraid of Kal'tsit! Not only was he unafraid of Kal'tsit, but if anyone on this land underestimated his strength, thinking he was merely relying on Victoria's power to bully others, their fate would be just as miserable as that pitiful demon. In fact, if Wayne wanted to, Kal'tsit would have no power whatsoever to hang him on the bridge (although she had never actually done so), and both of them were tacitly aware of this.

Wayne's goal was to stop Kal'tsit from always having that melancholic, stern face and spouting riddles. Kal'tsit's goal, in turn, was to fulfill Wayne's objective. Although they often bickered and joked with each other like sworn enemies, there was no doubt that Wayne and Kal'tsit trusted each other and cared about each other's well-being.

"Alright, the atmosphere has lightened up enough, so it shouldn't be so tense anymore, Miss Himer. Let's get straight to the point. I'm sure you've already figured it out. That's right, the person who contacted you, the 'mysterious shareholder of Rhine Lab,' is me, your dear reporter friend."

Wayne gave a gentlemanly bow and introduced himself. Hammer, in perfect cooperation, wore an expression of disbelief.

This is simply outlandish. Joseph Pulitzer, a journalist who had spent almost all his previous activities in Victoria, could actually be one of the shareholders of Rhine Life?

Does the upper echelons of Rhine Lab know about this?

The answer is, of course, they didn't know. The upper echelons of Rhine Labs didn't even know that Wayne was Prince Victoria. It wasn't that they hadn't tried to investigate this newly arrived shareholder, but think about it—what happened to the last person who dared to investigate Wayne's identity on their own?

The feeling of being choked to death by a unicorn's silencing order is unpleasant, especially since the last person investigating Wayne was Ernest's subordinate—clearly the Victorian military. Even so, the unicorn went all out; let alone the "nation of dogs that have broken free from Victoria's leash," a place the unicorn always looked down upon as having "few immortals." If Wayne hadn't stopped the unicorn, Rhine Lab might already have been wiped out by the immortals, who are no longer bound by worldly laws.

After all, Rhine Life isn't even an official Colombian company. At most, it's a private enterprise with some official influence, but this influence can't be explicitly stated because it's an open secret that the government supports companies to check and balance other companies. You can see it but you can't say it, otherwise it would be a betrayal of the principles of free and equal competition, and it would have a very bad impact on the reputation of the Federal Parliament.

Wayne's identity is a secret, at least in the eyes of Rhine Life, that much is certain. As for whether Rhine Life will obtain information about Wayne's identity from the authorities, that's impossible. Selling private information is a serious crime in Colombia and Vitória, let alone leaking royal information. If the Federal Congress and the Colombian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who know Wayne's identity, dare to speak out, they should be prepared to cause a diplomatic incident.

Seeing that Himer was still in shock, Wayne pointed to Kal'tsit and introduced her:

"This is my wife—oh!"

Before the lion could finish speaking, Kal'tsit mercilessly covered his mouth, and the light green-haired girl in a suit (?) earnestly corrected him, word by word:

“I am his assistant.”

After saying that, Kal'tsit released her hand from Wayne's, glanced at him, and said:

“There are no Rhine Life employees here. If you keep making such claims, I have to start to doubt your motives.”

"Why not? Isn't Himer?" Wayne said, feeling wronged.

My motives are quite pure; those who understand will understand, and those who don't can only say they shouldn't understand—Wayne can't do anything about it.

Kal'tsit paused, realizing that it made sense. She had been so focused on the fact that Himer was the "witness" that Wayne claimed possessed indelible evidence of Loken's and his student's crimes that she had been distracted by the casual conversation that she had overlooked the fact that Himer was also an intern at Rhine Labs.

Kal'tsit gave Himer a sincere look that said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to treat you like a human being," clicked her tongue at Wayne, and shut her mouth. It was her oversight, but the important matter was more pressing. Besides, the clever Kal'tsit had already come up with a solution the moment the problem arose.

She had always been misled by Wayne into the misconception that one cannot have both fish and bear's paw, but in reality, the roles of assistant and wife are never in conflict, are they?

Being an assistant is her job, being a wife is her life. At worst, when Himeru asks later, she can simply say, "At work, I'm an assistant; in my life, I'm a wife." This meticulous approach perfectly suits Kal'tsit's personality, making the role far easier to portray than if she only had one identity.

Wouldn't that solve the problem easily? Kal'tsit smiled knowingly at her own wisdom.