“Mr. William, there’s a guest insisting on seeing you. Her name is… Eva Liang.”

The secretary’s voice sounded hesitant over the intercom. William, who had been busy reviewing marketing reports, paused mid-typing.

The name felt both foreign and… familiar. He stared at the blank screen of his laptop for a few seconds before responding:

“Send her to the lounge. Offer her a drink. I’ll be there.”

William’s steps felt heavy as he opened the VIP lounge door. And there she stood.

Dressed in a sleek white dress, her hair elegantly pinned, and a serene, unforced smile—Eva Liang looked like a painting from the past brought back to life. She stood...