<h4>Chapter 241: She’s a power yer</h4>


    With Jessicafortably settled into her chair and Becky taking the seat beside her, Davis sighed in relief. His gaze had been on her since the moment she alighted from the car. Though he was worried about her health, seeing her dazzling amidst the crowd brought a glowing smile to his face that was difficult to hide.


    Jessica pulled out her phone. Now that she was here, there were still other matters that needed to be handled. "Ethan, get someone to dig into thepanyunch nning of the Watts family scheduled for tomorrow," she texted furiously.


    "Get the manager to add an exclusive program to theunch tomorrow and the g tonight." She went into detail, giving him a brief of what the program should be and how it had to be organized.


    Since Tricia wanted to stay low-key, Jessica didn’t mind ying at higher stakes. After all, the winner takes it all.


    "Also, as the name has been unveiled, withhold the logo unveiling untilter. I presume many people will want to cue in at thest minute. And note that once the logo is unveiled, no investors should be entertained."


    Ethan, seated among the crowd, blinked in surprise as his phone buzzed nonstop. He hadn’t expected a stream of directives the moment she sat down. But the one message that stood out was about the Watts Group’s secretiveunch.


    "She came armed," he muttered, already rising to put things in motion. He exited his seat to arrange things ordingly.


    Jessica stood, ready to mingle. As an investor and a guest, it was time to make her presence felt and to uncover fake identities that are here in prelude to the Watts familyunch tomorrow.


    Instantly, several young CEOs flocked to her, each eager to introduce themselves, business cards in hand, smiles polished and ambitious.


    Seeing this, Davis’s jaw clenched, his gaze darkening. The temperature around him dropped almost palpably.


    Alex, watching from the side, raised a brow at his friend’s reaction and felt amused at the way Davis’ face clouded with fury and couldn’t help but wonder what hade over him.


    "Why are you angry?" he asked.


    Davis didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixed on Jessica, now surrounded by high-profile names from Noveria’s business elite.


    Alex followed his gaze—and smirked at the number of prominent and uing business CEOs of Noveria.


    "Oh. I see. They’re circling her like moths to a me. Besides, she is a beautifuldy."


    Davis said nothing, but his silence was louder than words.


    Looking at their ttering faces, the answer was very clear—they wanted to curry favor with her and perhaps ride on her coattails.


    Alex took a deep breath. "I feel sorry for those young men. Too bad they don’t know who they’re dealing with," Alex continued. "She’s not just another pretty investor—she’s a power yer."


    His words made Davis retract his gaze from her.


    "Power yer? What do you mean?" he repeated, voice low,posed on the surface, but simmering beneath, his heart battling within him, questions swirling inside.


    Alex raised an eyebrow. "I thought you knew. Isn’t that why she’s backing yourunch? Even going this far?" Alex replied, his gaze into the distanceced with reverence and another emotion notpletely concealed from Davis.


    Davis sensed he might be stumbling onto a secret. Though he wasn’t keen on hearing it from Alex, his curiosity refused to let it go.


    "Have you had any encounters with her in the past?" he asked, though the question felt bitter in his mouth. He couldn’t help it.


    Though Alex had met Jessica several times, he had never identified her as Lady Bright, yet had always treated her with a respect that felt familiar.


    Alex nodded, taking a deep breath, his throat clogged as emotions welled up in his heart. Davis stared at him for a moment.


    He seemed to understand this emotion well, his eyes narrowing while his heart dreaded the possible intersection between Jessica as Lady Bright and his friend Alex.


    "It was a fleeting moment, but its memory will remain evesting," Alex said. The sentence dropped like a sledgehammer on Davis as he tried to understand it, yet the understanding continued to elude him.


    "What really happened?" Davis asked with seriousness. If before he was simply curious, now he wanted to know everything.


    Alex shrugged. Davis had been his long-time friend, and between them, there wasn’t much hidden—except a few trade secrets that couldn’t be shared. "She’s my savior, though I doubt she even remembers."


    "Your savior?" Davis asked, his brows tightening further in contemtion. "When and where? Why am I not aware?"


    Alex sighed. "It’s a long story, but the summary is I traveled for a supposed business meeting, unaware it was a setup by rivals. I ended up in bad shape, far from the event venue.


    I was attacked and beaten to a pulp. When I thought no one could save me, she came along."


    "How are you so certain it was Lady Bright who saved you?" Davis asked. He didn’t need to press further, but he wanted to know how much Alex had discovered about her.


    Alex had remembered that day for the past three years. While he continuously searched, he had developed a peculiar interest in her that went beyond the ordinary, hence needing Davis’ help.


    He wanted to unveil this mysteriousdy who canpete with the same strength and vigor as a man. It still baffles him how she handled that event and above all—he wants to say his thanks.


    "It’s simple. She never reveals her face in public, especially at high-profile events with major yers. Her signature mask as she exited the event reminded me of her," he answered readily.


    "That same aura, that same energy. You don’t forget someone like that." he muttered in thought.


    His gaze drifted into the distance as he recalled his pain that day. "She fought those men off single-handedly, leaving some with broken ribs and shattered legs. She sent me to the hospital, but by the time I woke up, she was gone and never appeared again."


    Alex’s voice turned more wistful "I’ve tried reaching her at every function she attends, but she’s always elusive and mysterious. You see her one minute, the next, she’s gone."


    "I even sent people after her," he added with a frustrated sigh. "Some came back empty-handed. Others came back bruised, warned to stay away. She seems to foresee the future."


    Looking at his friend who had met his saviour several times yet couldn’t recognize her, he felt sorry but he couldn’t bring himself to tell him the truth.


    He wouldn’t want to lose his wife or his friend. It is better this secret lives and dies with him. Having thought it over, he patted his shoulder "Calm down, one of these days you will meet her." Davis said.