Chapter 060: Who? Who Did You Say?!

Chapter 060: Who? Who Did You Say?!

Receptionists generally started early.

Huancai Fashion’s front-desk girl had only just arrived herself. Seeing a visitor, she found the whole thing strange.

Not the visitor part. The strange part was the property manager personally walking someone up.

High-end office buildings ran tight security. Two ways up: swipe a card, or register on the first floor. Even food-delivery riders and couriers had to register downstairs before coming up.

Visitors without advance notice followed the same rule.

But even for an important guest, property staff at most helped with a card swipe—no one personally escorted anyone upstairs, and certainly not the property manager himself. A VIP to one company was, to the property side, simply a stranger.

So the receptionist was baffled.

“Miss Tao.” The manager gestured, leading the woman all the way to the desk.

“Ma’am, who are you here to see?” the receptionist asked, offering a practiced, polite smile.

“Your president. President Li. We have an appointment.” The mysterious woman hadn’t removed her mask, though her voice came through clearly enough.

She kept it on not out of rudeness, but to avoid drawing a crowd.

Downstairs, she’d assumed Huancai had already cleared her with the property office and that she could head straight up. Instead there’d been no record at all, forcing her to remove the mask and register—which had already caused a small stir and gotten the property manager personally involved.

She’d put the mask back on once inside the elevator, unwilling to be recognized by whoever else got on along the way. That kind of attention meant trouble, and wasted time.

“An appointment…” The receptionist began flipping through the logbook.

Any meeting arranged in advance with Li Ruobing would definitely show up there.

“My surname is Tao,” the woman added.

The receptionist already knew that—the property manager had said “Miss Tao” more than once on the way over. But after flipping through two pages, she straightened up, shook her head in confusion, and said politely, “I’m sorry, Miss Tao, I can’t find your appointment. Would you like to call our president to confirm?”

A completely standard answer.

The default line for any guest with no record on file. It offended no one, and if something had gone wrong, the blame wouldn’t land on the front desk.

“No record?” The woman looked puzzled.

Strange. Very strange.

She’d been called back on short notice, flown in from Thailand, landed in Donghai only nine hours ago. She’d assumed this was just another case of her godfather doing a favor for a friend, which was why he’d summoned her back to take the endorsement.

But since returning, he’d warned her, again and again.

Told her it was the company belonging to his good brother’s woman. Told her the woman was the Li family’s eldest granddaughter. Told her to be polite, to behave, to cooperate fully on the deal, and to accept whatever fee they offered without haggling.

She could sense exactly how serious this was: mess it up, and her godfather would end up offending someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.

So she’d come here careful, cautious, on edge.

And now this?

Not even an appointment?

Forget the property office downstairs not knowing—even the company’s own front desk had no idea she was coming?

“Miss Tao, why don’t you have a seat in the reception room?” The receptionist thought fast. Seeing the woman’s discomfort, she offered gently, “Our president is in a meeting right now and might not pick up. Just give me a moment—I’ll verify things and let you know right away.”

She had no intention of calling Li Ruobing directly. At most she’d try the president’s secretary.

She’d seen enough important people pass through to sense that this woman was no ordinary guest. Saying she’d verify wasn’t just a line—she really would ask around.

Just not this instant.

Every senior executive in the building was currently locked in that meeting. She wouldn’t…