After speaking with the security guard on why it was important her boss be at the third floor before bidding started, Stephanie sped into the male column looking for Nathan.

Why had the security guard been so tight about letting anyone in? He had turned back some men who needed to use the place urgently and for what! Because Nathan was in there? What kind of biased shit was that?

“Nathan, where are…!” She froze when a lady, hurriedly fastening her shirt buttons, clashed into her.

“Sorry, Hun!” the lady ran out.

Stephanie blinked rapidly and turned to view the woman properly. Did she just use a male’s restroom?

“Rich...