Chapter 103

Christina waited with the elderly lady for a bit, and soon enough, a sleek, custom-made car pulled up at the door.

The car door swung open, revealing a pair of striking long legs. A man in a white suit, standing tall at nearly six foot three, stepped out. His presence was commanding.

His eyes were deep and mysterious, like stars in the night sky, exuding an indescribable charm. His jawline was perfectly chiseled, making it hard to look away from his handsome face.

"Grandma, you okay?" he asked, his expression full of concern as he helped the elderly lady.

"I'm fine!" The elderly lady patted his hand and smiled warmly. "Thanks to this young lady who saved my life, otherwise, it would've been a mess."

The man nodded at Christina. "Hey, I'm Kingsley Rockefeller."

"Hi, I'm Christina Windsor," she replied, extending her hand.

After shaking hands, Christina smiled at the elderly lady. "Since your family's here, I can head out now."

The elderly lady immediately held her hand. "You saved my life; I have to repay you. If you don't mind, let Kingsley give you a ride home."

The elderly lady's gaze suddenly became serious as she carefully examined Christina, as if searching for something on her face.

Christina felt a bit embarrassed. "It was nothing, really. You don't need to worry about it."

"If I don't repay you, I won't be able to sleep tonight. Would you really let an old lady like me stay up all night?" The elderly lady's eyes were intense.

Christina had no choice but to agree. "Alright."

She and the elderly lady got into Kingsley's car.

The accident at the scene was handled by the driver.

In the car, the elderly lady asked about her situation. "Do you have any family?"

Although Christina found the question a bit abrupt, she figured they were too wealthy to deceive someone like her, so she answered truthfully.

"I only have my mom."

"How old are you?" the elderly lady continued.

Christina smiled. "I'm twenty-two. Just graduated from college."

"What did you study?" The elderly lady seemed determined to know everything.

"Architecture," Christina replied honestly.

"Architecture is a good field, tough to get into. You must be smart, just like..." The elderly lady trailed off, her face full of melancholy, as if recalling something from the past.

Seeing her lost in thought, Christina asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The elderly lady shook her head and smiled. "Nothing."

Although Christina found it odd, she didn't say anything.

After a while, they arrived at their destination.

The elderly lady looked at the apartment building. "You live here?"

"Yeah, it's nice and close to my job. I work at the architecture firm nearby," Christina said with a smile.

"Really?" The elderly lady seemed thoughtful. "I remember Kelvin's architecture firm is nearby. Are you working there?"

"You know Kelvin? Yeah, he's my boss, Mr. Fisher," Christina said, surprised by the connection.

The elderly lady nodded knowingly. "Good, I know where to find you. I won't keep you if you have things to do."

Christina nodded slightly and quickly left.

Kingsley, who had been standing by, opened the car door for the elderly lady. "Grandma."

"Do you think she looks like her?" the elderly lady asked.

Kingsley's eyes showed a hint of helplessness. "She does, but that doesn't mean she is."

The elderly lady had been disappointed many times before and didn't want to be disappointed again.

She got into the car. "Regardless, she saved me. Since she works in architecture, and we have business in that field, you should get to know her better."

"Yes, Grandma," Kingsley said with a smile as he got into the car.

The next day at the architecture firm, the assistant excitedly announced the arrival of an important guest.

Bruce, hearing about the guest, was eager to greet them.

The assistant, however, looked at Christina. "They're here to see you. You've really brought in a lot of projects for our firm."

"Me?" Christina raised an eyebrow in surprise.

She didn't recall any recent deals.

But since they were looking for her, she had no reason not to meet them. She headed to the meeting room, with Bruce fuming behind her.

"I don't know how she gets so lucky."

As Christina entered the meeting room, she saw a man sitting on the sofa, holding a book. His every move exuded an air of nobility.

"Hello, are you looking for me?" Christina asked.

The man put down the book, revealing Kingsley's distinguished face.

Seeing him, Christina was surprised. "It's you?"

Kingsley smiled. "Surprised?"

"Not really. Why are you here?" Christina asked, pouring him a cup of coffee and sitting across from him.

"Didn't the assistant tell you? I'm here to discuss a project with you, an architectural design," Kingsley said with a smile.

Christina hesitated.

She should be happy about a project coming to her.

"What's the matter? Ms. Windsor, are you too busy?" Kingsley raised an eyebrow.

Christina quickly shook her head. "No."

"Then please, share your concerns," Kingsley said patiently.

Christina cleared her throat. "I didn't save your grandmother expecting anything in return. It was just something anyone would do."

Kingsley laughed, his eyes full of warmth.

"I know you had no ulterior motives, but the Rockefeller family always repays kindness. Besides, I reviewed your work before coming here. It's impressive and fits our needs."

Christina took a deep breath.

Kingsley continued, "Moreover, this is just an initial invitation. Whether your designs are accepted by the entire project team depends on your own efforts."

With his words, Christina felt she had no reason to refuse. She nodded slightly. "Alright then."

Kingsley smiled. "This project is for an international art museum. It might take some time."

"No problem, I have plenty of time," Christina said, taking a deep breath.

No matter what, the opportunity was in front of her. Seizing it was her true skill.

Kingsley checked the time. "There's a banquet tomorrow night at seven. You'll need to accompany me."