Chapter 814

Rosalind Fairchild held her breath as Lucian Graves studied her. His piercing gaze made her pulse quicken.

"You remember me?" she asked hesitantly.

Lucian gave a slight nod. "Yes, I recall our encounter."

Relief flooded through her. "Wonderful! Let me reintroduce myself properly—I'm Rosalind Fairchild of Whitmore Holdings."

"Ms. Fairchild," Lucian acknowledged, his voice smooth yet unreadable.

Rosalind bit her lip. This man was an enigma—a tech mogul who still drove taxis in his spare time. What was his game?

She had to try. Even the slimmest chance was worth taking. She couldn't let Julian Blackwood dismantle her family's legacy.

"Mr. Graves, I have... an unconventional request." She steadied her voice. "I need to meet with Reginald Blackwood. Since you're acquainted with him, might you escort me?"

Lucian's expression remained neutral. "Your purpose?"

"Whitmore Holdings has a partnership with Blackwood Industries," she explained. "Recent complications have jeopardized our agreement. I must appeal to Mr. Blackwood directly. Will you assist me?"

"Very well," Lucian agreed simply.

Rosalind nearly gasped. "Thank you! This means everything—"

"However," Lucian interrupted, "as his associate, I'll determine when to broach the subject. You'll remain silent unless addressed. Understood?"

She nodded vigorously. "Absolutely."

"Follow me."

Lucian moved with purposeful strides through the exclusive club, Rosalind trailing closely.

Hope flared in her chest. Lucian Graves might just be her miracle. She'd repay this kindness properly later.

They arrived at a private lounge where Reginald Blackwood immediately rose to greet Lucian with a bear hug. "Graves! Finally gracing us with your presence!"

Julian Blackwood stood, eyeing the masked newcomer with open curiosity. "Mr. Graves, what an unexpected pleasure."

Reginald beamed. "Lucian, meet Julian Blackwood of Blackwood Industries."

Lucian inclined his head. "Mr. Blackwood."

Julian's smile didn't reach his eyes. "The elusive CEO of Quantum Innovations. Though I must ask—why the mask?"

"Personal preference," Lucian replied smoothly.

Julian chuckled, then froze as his gaze landed on Rosalind. His expression darkened instantly. "What is she doing here?"

Before Rosalind could speak, Julian snapped his fingers. Two security personnel materialized.

"This establishment has strict entry protocols," Julian hissed. "Remove this trespasser immediately!"

The guards advanced as Rosalind's heart plummeted. Would Lucian's protection prove insufficient after all?