Walter was the Mr. Ferguson the bodyguards were talking about. ra had the urge to call Dn, but just as she pulled out her phone, the bodyguard gently pushed it back down, still maintaining a polite demeanor.


    "Mr. Ferguson won''t harm you, Miss ra. He just wants to discuss a few things," he assured her.


    Reluctantly, ra put her phone away. As she settled into the car, her mind was buzzing with thoughts, quickly piecing together why Mr. Ferguson might want to see her. Walter was a man who had navigated life''s storms with grace. Even after stepping down from his influential position, people still mored for an audience with him. Yet, many had never seen him in person.


    ra arrived at the Ferguson family''s storied mansion, which boasted a history as rich as its architecture. Legend had it that dignitaries of old would pass by here on their way to court. In the Capital, homes like this were beyond mere mary value, inhabited only by the most powerful.


    As the grand iron gates swung open, ra noticed the numerous bodyguards patrolling the grounds. The car journeyed another ten minutes beforeing to a stop in front of the main house.


    "Miss ra, please step out," the bodyguard said, his manner unchanged, seemingly oblivious to the whispers surrounding her.


    Once out, she was ushered into the grand hall and up to a second-floor study. The room was expansive, about two hundred square meters, filled with the finest rosewood, emitting a gentle aroma. At the center stood a desk of rare golden rosewood, as valuable as it was impressive.


    The setting could easily unsettle anyone, but as raid eyes on the elderly man practicing calligraphy behind the desk, she found a surprising sense of calm. The door quietly closed behind her, leaving just her and Walter.


    d in a tailored suit, Walter methodicallyid down his pen and washed his hands in a basin nearby. ra bowed her head respectfully, "Walter."


    Walter''s expression remained steady as he meticulously dried his hands with a towel. ra didn''t rush to ask why she''d been summoned, choosing instead to stand silently, as if in a quiet standoff.


    Her poise seemed to catch the old man off guard, prompting him to set the towel aside and dive straight into the matter at hand.


    "Dn is the son I hold in the highest regard," he stated. Even if you grouped all the younger members of the Ferguson family, they wouldn''t hold a candle to Dn.


    ra''s demeanor grew even more respectful. "Mr. Dn is truly exceptional, a giant in the business world."


    Walter narrowed his eyes slightly, giving her a scrutinizing look. "Youngdy, there''s no need for ttery here."


    ra''s palms were slick with sweat as she quickly looked up. "Sir, I understand your concerns, but assure you, I have no intentions towards Mr. Dn. You might have misunderstood."


    Feeling she needed to borate, she continued, "I''m in Palm Bay because Jackson asked me to be there. Mr Dn suffers from severe insomnia, which impacts his health. It seems my presence has a calming effect on him, sort of like a natural sleep aid, but there has never been anything improper between us. You can verify this with Mr. Dn himself."


    Her words were delivered with utmost sincerity and straightforwardness.