Chapter 813

Lucian was arriving?

Julian Blackwood arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued to finally encounter this enigmatic figure in person.

Meanwhile, Rosalind Fairchild remained in the private club's lavish lobby, her phone pressed to her ear as she conversed with Oliver.

"Whitmore Holdings has been drowning in negative publicity recently," Oliver explained. "Mr. Blackwood refuses all meetings. And since he's playing here at the club today, there's absolutely no chance he'll grant us an audience."

"Is there truly no way to reach Mr. Blackwood?" Rosalind pressed, her fingers tightening around her phone.

"Nothing comes to mind at the moment."

"Very well. I'll keep searching for a solution."

Ending the call, Rosalind's brow furrowed with determination. She needed to meet Reginald Blackwood today - it wasn't optional.

Just then, the deep purr of a high-performance engine announced an arrival. A sleek black Maybach glided to a stop at the club's entrance, immediately drawing the attention of security personnel who snapped to attention.

Who could command such respect?

Nearby, two receptionists exchanged excited whispers.

"Who is it? Why all the fuss?"

"Don't you know? That's Lucian Graves from Quantum Innovations!"

"You're joking! The reclusive tech billionaire who took Wall Street by storm last quarter?"

"I checked the guest list earlier. Today Mr. Blackwood is hosting—"

Lucian Graves?

Though not immersed in business circles, Rosalind had heard society women gushing about this rising star. To them, he represented the ultimate fantasy.

Never had she imagined crossing paths with this legend here.

A security detail in black suits opened the car's rear door, revealing a towering figure whose commanding presence instantly dominated the space.

"Good heavens!"

The receptionists gasped, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Look at his stature! Those shoulders!"

"Perfect proportions - broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. He moves like a runway model!"

"But... why is he wearing that mask?"

Rosalind's bright eyes fixed on Lucian, recognition dawning.

Him...?

The same man she'd encountered twice before.

But hadn't he been driving a cab?

Now he stood revealed as Lucian Graves, tech mogul?

The man before her wore an exquisitely crafted black mask with intricate latticework, concealing his features. Only his piercing, ice-blue eyes were visible - cool and inscrutable, radiating an aura of mystery that only amplified his commanding presence.

Rosalind couldn't tear her gaze away. The tailored suit draped over his frame was perfection - the most striking she'd ever seen on any man.

Everett Sinclair never wore suits. Though he looked equally striking in shirts, just like Lucian...

Lost in thought, Rosalind barely registered Lucian striding into the lobby with effortless confidence, where the club manager and Reginald's assistant waited.

"Mr. Graves, Mr. Blackwood is expecting you. Right this way."

Lucian gave a single nod. "Proceed."

He moved to follow.

Rosalind blinked, shaking herself back to reality. Something about Lucian always reminded her of Everett - an inexplicable connection she couldn't define.

Quickly, she stepped forward. "Mr. Graves, hello."

Lucian paused, turning to face her.

Rosalind's eyes shone with hopeful energy. Seeing Lucian here felt fortuitous, especially when all avenues to Reginald seemed blocked.

"Do you remember me? We've met twice before. Last time, you were driving a cab - you even helped me escape an uncomfortable situation," she reminded him.