Zeke quickly remarked, “Mr. Wade, it’s rush hour now, the toughest time to catch a taxi. How about I give you a ride, if that’s alright with you?”

Claire felt a mix of curiosity and skepticism about this unexpected offer, but her desperation made it hard to say no. “Thank you so much for the ride, Mr. White.”

“You’re most welcome, it’s my pleasure.” Zeke quickly exited the car, eagerly opening the door for them.

Charlie, on the other hand, simply rubbed his nose sheepishly, remaining quiet. He knew Zeke was seizing the opportunity to flatter him, and since he needed Zeke’s help, he decided to accept the offer.

As they drove, Zeke sat in the front passenger seat and struck up a casual conversation with Charlie, while the driver navigated the road.

Claire listened in, feeling a growing sense of confusion inside her.

Zeke White was a prominent businessman in Aurous Hill, enjoying a higher level of respect and recognition in the business community compared to Lady Wilson. Typically, someone of his stature would have a stern demeanor. Yet, in the car, Claire could sense that Zeke was trying very hard to flatter Charlie, and it was becoming increasingly obvious—almost too slick.

She glanced at Charlie, who maintained a composed, stoic expression, adding to the air of mystery in the situation.

Normally, when an everyday person encounters a figure like Zeke White, they tend to be humble and eager to impress. In stark contrast, Charlie appeared indifferent, showing little concern for Zeke’s status.

Even more puzzling was the fact that Zeke had gifted Charlie a villa valued at over 100 million dollars! It felt strange and out of the ordinary!

Claire had also heard that Zeke had a keen interest in metaphysics and was quite superstitious. He would pray, worship, and make offerings to the God of Wealth at home on the fifth and fifteenth days of each month. Interestingly, Charlie seemed to have some knowledge of this kind of superstition, which might explain Zeke’s courteous demeanor towards him.

However, Claire herself didn’t buy into such beliefs.

After about ten minutes, the car pulled up at the entrance of Spikeworth Corps. Once again, Zeke quickly exited the vehicle and opened the door for them.

Claire quickly expressed her gratitude and followed Charlie into the company.

“Master Wade, I’ll be waiting for you here,” Zeke called out as they walked away.

Charlie nodded and replied, “Thanks for the lift, but you don’t need to wait. I’m not sure how long we’ll be.”

“It’s fine. I don’t have any plans for today,” Zeke assured him.

With a bow, he added, “The White family business has been struggling lately, and it’s been worrying me. I’d like to consult with you when you have the time.”

Charlie smiled and said, “You were born in the year of the Rooster, right? Your zodiac sign clashes with this year’s Tai Sui, which is likely the cause of your misfortunes. Try using some herbs like mugwort, caltrops, atractylodes, and Poria. Put them in a bag and take a bath with the herb-infused water to help with eczema. Once that clears up, your luck should improve. The eczema is a result of blocked internal circulation, affecting both your health and your fortune.”

Zeke was taken aback by Charlie’s insights, his jaw nearly dropping in shock.

After delivering his advice, Charlie turned to leave. Zeke slowly came to his senses and exclaimed, “Genius! Master Wade, you’re a true genius! You even predicted the eczema on my thigh—something my wife doesn’t even know!”

With a look of admiration, Zeke bowed respectfully to Charlie as he walked away, appearing to have made a wise choice in flattering him.

Standing straight, Zeke scoffed, “Huh, Graham Quinton. You were so lucky to have aligned with Master Wade, but so am I! I’ll catch up to you in my own way!”

Meanwhile, Charlie entered the lobby and guided Claire to the interview room.

As Claire stepped into the room, she noticed several candidates lined up for their interviews, so she joined the queue.

Charlie wandered around the hall to pass the time. Looking out the window downstairs, he couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile at the sight of Zeke still waiting by the entrance. It seemed there was little he could do if the White family insisted on treating him like a deity.