The receptionist, holding the disconnected phone, glanced apologetically in Seraphina Vaughn’s direction.

Seraphina also noticed her dilemma and walked over to ask, "What? He won’t see me?"

The receptionist explained, "The people from the secretary’s office said that President Bishop is in a meeting in the conference room right now. Miss, perhaps you could come back later? Or... you could send a message to President Bishop’s personal phone."

Seraphina was momentarily stunned, then remembered she had Julian Bishop’s number on her phone.

She returned to the sofa in the lobby’s rest area, found the number, and dialed it directly.

When Julian Bishop’s phone rang, he was standing on stage giving a talk.

Seeing it was an unfamiliar number, he only paused for a second, took just a second to hang up, and continued with what he was saying.

Seraphina stared at the disconnected call, frowning in surprise, never expecting the call to be hung up.

The receptionist brought her a glass of water, and Seraphina took the opportunity to ask, "How long do his meetings usually last?"

After a moment’s hesitation, she answered, "Usually past ten, and sometimes not until eleven."

Seraphina checked the time; it was only a little past eight, which meant she would have to wait at least another hour if she waited for Julian to finish his meeting.

She didn’t have that kind of patience and immediately dialed the number again.

As Julian saw the number appear on the screen for the second time, he paid more attention to it.

Just as he was almost done with his part, he signaled the head of the marketing department to take the stage, returned to the meeting table, and answered the phone in a low voice, "Hello."

"It’s me."

Upon hearing this female voice, Julian was still a bit puzzled, "Who is this?"

Seraphina didn’t introduce herself on the phone, just said, "I’m in the lobby of your company downstairs, come down."

Listening to the voice on the phone, Julian still couldn’t discern who it was, but the fierce tone with a hint of command immediately made him think of Seraphina Vaughn.

However, he wasn’t sure it was really Seraphina because after that journey ended, they had no further interaction, and besides, Seraphina seemed to dislike him quite a bit. It made no sense for her to come to the company to find him.

Seeing that Julian didn’t respond, Seraphina impatiently urged, "I’m giving you five minutes only. If you don’t come down, I’ll never come looking for you again, and if anything happens in the future, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance."

After saying this, Seraphina hung up the phone.

These words left Julian even more bewildered, unable to tell if it was truly urgent or someone was just playing a prank.

However, hearing that the person was in the company lobby, Julian decided to go down and take a look.

After briefly explaining to his assistant, he left the conference room alone.

Seraphina leisurely sat in the lobby, staring at the timer on her phone, watching the five minutes tick away second by second.

With a minute and a half left, a voice could be heard from afar, respectfully saying, "Hello, President Bishop."

Upon hearing this address, Seraphina immediately shifted her gaze from the phone and turned her head towards the sound’s source.

She saw Julian stepping out from the elevator doors, glancing around the lobby.

Seraphina neither stood up nor waved at Julian, but with few people in the lobby, he quickly spotted Seraphina sitting on the sofa.

Confirming it was actually Seraphina, Julian was both surprised and a bit puzzled.

Curious why Seraphina would come to find him and what the words on the phone earlier meant?

"Sit down." Seraphina, with the air of a boss, gestured at the sofa opposite her.

Julian sat sideways, inquiring in a gentle voice, "Ms. Vaughn, you’re looking for me?"

Seraphina glanced around and asked, "Are you sure you want to talk here? Or should we move to a more private place?"

Julian furrowed his brow suspiciously, "Talk about what?"

Seraphina replied with ambiguity, "I think it’s something you wouldn’t want to go public. After all, you work here; spreading rumors wouldn’t be good for you."

Julian was even more perplexed but still complied with Seraphina’s suggestion, stood up, and said, "Let’s go to my office."

Seraphina picked up her purse and followed Julian to the elevator.

The receptionist was stunned and started gossiping with another colleague, "She must be his girlfriend, right? They seem to have an unusual relationship."

"President Bishop is such a workaholic; anyone important enough to interrupt his meeting must be special."

"But President Bishop isn’t young anymore, so it’s natural for him to find a partner. That young lady earlier is quite pretty and matches President Bishop well."

"You two should stop speculating; they seemed quite unfamiliar with each other, not like a couple."

"But it’s not like they’re here to discuss business either. Could it be some romantic debt President Bishop owes?"

"President Bishop isn’t like President Xavier or President Quinn. If a woman came to the company crying and making a scene looking for President Xavier or President Quinn, it would be understandable, but President Bishop isn’t someone who messes around outside."

"Let’s wait and see; if she is President Bishop’s partner, he’s not someone who would hide it."

In Julian Bishop’s office, Seraphina unceremoniously sat down on the sofa by the coffee table. Julian asked, "Tea or water?"

"No need." After declining, Seraphina looked through her bag and said, "I won’t beat around the bush. Let’s talk openly."

Julian sat down, attentively looking at Seraphina, "Alright, go ahead."

Seraphina pulled the pregnancy test report from her bag and handed it to Julian, saying, "I’m here just to inform you of this matter, and you need to sign an agreement."

Julian took the report, took quite a while to react, "You’re pregnant?"

After a two-second pause, he tentatively asked, "...The girl from that night, was it you?"

Seraphina nodded in confirmation, "Yes, it was me. I didn’t expect to get pregnant either."

The information was overwhelming; Julian didn’t know where to begin. Seraphina handed over a stack of documents, with a bank card on top.

Seraphina, in a business-like manner, stated, "I’ve decided to have this child, but you don’t have to raise it. There’s five million in this card; consider it my payment for your contribution. You’ll sign this agreement, and there will be no ties between us in the future. You and the child will also have no connection..."

Before Seraphina finished speaking, Julian couldn’t help but ask, "Then why did you come to find me?"

Seraphina pointed to the documents in her hand, asserting as a matter of course, "To have you sign the agreement, to avoid any entanglement over the child in the future. My offer is generous enough; the child is mine, you don’t need to pay for child support, and I even give you five million. Consider it buying peace for both of us. After you sign the agreement, it’s as if I don’t exist, and this never happened. Can you do that?"