I, Duke of Southern River, greet you sincerely, King of Horizon!

"King, what can I do for you?"

A respectful voice came through the phone.

"Help me invade a private network. I want all the documents and photos in his computer sent to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!"

After hanging up the phone, he sent a resume to the other side.

The subject of the resume was Jack Lewis.

John had been present when Queenie fired Jack yesterday. Through observation, he noticed that Jack was not simple.

First of all, he didn't even bother to defend himself when Queenie questioned him. He openly admitted to colluding with Beauty Group.

Secondly, when he left, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had something premeditated.

With the recent developments in Queenie Group, John believed the most likely issue was the upcoming product launch tomorrow.

So, he copied Jack's resume from the company's database.

As long as he found someone to hack Jack's computer, he believed he could uncover some clues to prevent any disruption at the press conference.

This was John's insurance strategy.

After breakfast, John was about to go downstairs for a walk. He came to the villa's garden and saw a figure standing rigidly outside the gate.

It was a man in his forties, with a square face and a short beard. He looked quite dignified.

His name was Leo Glenn.

People in New York were more accustomed to calling him the Duke of Southern River.

"I, Leo Glenn, Duke of Southern River, greet you sincerely, King of Horizon!"

Leo's voice was loud. The moment he saw John, his body bent forward at a ninety-degree angle.

He had been waiting there for more than an hour.

He stood erect the entire time, as if no moment of laxity could fully express his respect.

It was not until John appeared that he made his ninety-degree bow.

"You are well-informed," John said lightly as he glanced at Leo.

He didn't know who the Duke of Southern River was, but he could sense the man's capabilities.

"I have an elder brother who works for the General of Nature. He specifically instructed me to take good care of you."

"Take care of me? I think he's asking you to please me," John snorted.

"I wouldn't dare!"

Sweat poured down Leo's face like a waterfall. His chest felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain—he couldn't breathe.

The aura of the King of Horizon was too terrifying.

Ordinary people might assume he had a modest temperament, but anyone who knew even a little about him understood that the more ordinary he seemed, the more terrifying he truly was.

Leo had experienced this firsthand.

If he hadn't known John's identity in advance, he would've mistaken him for an ordinary young man. But now, every word and gesture from John carried immense pressure.

"Don't be nervous. You've come at the right time—whether it's to take care of me or to please me, it doesn't matter."

When Leo was about to suffocate from anxiety, John's words revived him instantly.

"I am at your service!"

"Good."

John nodded and said, "There are a few things I need you to do for me."

"First, I suspect the fire at Sunshine Welfare Center had something to do with Excellence Real Estate. Focus your investigation on the person in charge."

"Second, my sister's company, Queenie Group, will be holding a new product launch tomorrow. I hope you can help make it a success."

"Third..."

John issued several orders one after another. Then Leo left respectfully, visibly excited.

To be able to serve the King of Horizon was a dream for countless people. Leo felt incredibly lucky to have earned this honor—many would envy him.

Not long after Leo left, John received an email alert.

He returned to his room, used Queenie's computer to log into his email, and downloaded the compressed files.

Upon opening them, he discovered some shocking information.

A sneer crept onto John's lips. "You're quite the schemer!"

If Jack didn't cause trouble tomorrow, everything would be fine. But if he dared act recklessly, these documents were enough to ruin his reputation.

The next day.

In the meeting room on the thirteenth floor of Queenie Building.

The media began entering one after another.

Queenie repeatedly emphasized, "Make sure to check their work IDs carefully. Don't let unauthorized individuals in."

Herman Goodwin, the director of the security department, patted his chest and promised, "Miss Yeats, don't worry. You can count on me."

Despite his reassurances, Queenie still felt uneasy as she prepared backstage.

John gently pinched her palm and asked, "What's wrong, sister?"

"I don't know. My right eyelid has been twitching since this morning. I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen."

"It's okay. I'm here. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

"You're just saying that to comfort me."

Queenie glared at John. Although she knew he might not be able to help if something serious occurred, his words still brought her a surprising amount of comfort.

At ten o'clock sharp, the press conference began.

Queenie adjusted her makeup and walked onto the stage, immediately captivating the gathered media.

They had heard of Queenie Yeats before and knew of a beautiful CEO in New York, but many believed the rumors were exaggerated.

These days, as long as a woman had regular features and wore makeup, she could pass for a beauty.

With filters and editing tools, even an unattractive woman could appear ethereal online.

But seeing Queenie in person made them realize how wrong they were.

She was tall, graceful, and had an exceptional presence. Her stunningly beautiful face was further enhanced by the simplicity of her light makeup. Unlike internet celebrities who relied on heavy editing, Queenie's natural charm eclipsed them all.

She was a true queen—just like her name suggested.

The journalists quickly refocused.

Queenie did not disappoint. She carried herself with poise and introduced the company's new products in an organized, confident manner. None could detect the nervousness she felt backstage.

The first half of the press conference went smoothly.

Queenie sighed in relief, thinking perhaps she had been overly anxious.

But soon, something unexpected occurred.

A female reporter suddenly stood up and asked, "It's said that Miss Yeats dismissed senior employees just to promote her toy boy. Is this true?"

Whoosh!

Everyone from Queenie Group froze.

"What's wrong with this reporter? Why ask such a ridiculous question?"

Several security guards rushed forward to remove the female reporter, but Herman, the head of security, stopped them.

"Miss Yeats, please answer my question," the female reporter persisted.

The other media representatives quickly turned their cameras toward Queenie. Compared to the product launch, they were far more interested in digging into the personal life of the beautiful CEO.

Queenie responded coldly, "This question has nothing to do with today's press conference. I refuse to answer it."

"How could it be irrelevant?"

At that moment, the door to the meeting room burst open, and Jack entered with a sneer.

Sam Harts followed closely behind in a wheelchair. His legs were in casts, and one arm was bandaged and suspended in front of his chest.

Seeing this, Herman didn't try to stop them. Instead, he stepped forward to help push Sam's wheelchair.

A reporter handed a microphone to Jack. "Sir, do you have a grudge against Queenie Group?"

"Of course. I'm the former senior employee that Queenie Yeats fired."