Henry Sterling had a hard life when he was young.
In his thirties, he still hadn’t accomplished anything and was just a construction worker.
Later, when the real estate industry began to boom, he tried his hand at contracting. Step by step, he grew from a mere foreman into the head of the company he runs today.
He’d had twin sons with his first wife, but both children were born with developmental issues. They both had cerebral palsy and died young at the age of four.
It wasn’t until he was in his forties that he met his current wife and had Grace Sterling.
Grace Sterling was smart and beautiful, but she had a congenital heart defect.
Henry Sterling was terrified he would lose her too, so he cherished her like the apple of his eye since she was a child. He spoiled her rotten, to the point where she became utterly lawless.
He would complain that his wife doted on their daughter too much, but he was no better. Now that Grace Sterling had run away, he was more anxious than anyone.
When he heard that Shane Grant actually knew that young celebrity, his eyes instantly lit up.
"Are you serious? Shane Grant can help me?"
"Of course."
Cecelia Archer had secured her chance to negotiate with him.
After some discussion, Henry Sterling sighed and said,
"I’m getting old, and there’s no one to take over the company. The industry is in a slump right now, so I have indeed been thinking of retiring. Since President Grant thinks so highly of me, I’ll be frank with you. We can cooperate, but he has to completely resolve my daughter’s situation first."
"The domestic environment is too frenetic; it’s not suitable for her to recuperate. I plan on taking her abroad. Before we leave, I have to get this Julian Sherman out of her head, no matter what. As long as you can do that, we can sign the contract anytime."
Cecelia Archer seized the opportunity to flatter him.
"You’ve always been a benchmark in the industry, a respected elder figure. I’m sure that if you take the lead, it will be much easier for the Grant Group to acquire other companies. Mr. Sterling, I hope you’ll be able to step forward and help arrange a meeting when the time comes."
"That’s all easily arranged." Henry Sterling waved his hand dismissively.
"The industry slump isn’t just my problem; everyone is worried. Since the Grant Group is willing to take over, the terms are negotiable. I, Henry Sterling, am a man of my word. As long as you handle my daughter’s situation, I will spare no effort in helping with the acquisition!"
The moment Cecelia Archer left the Apex Estates building, she immediately started searching for information on Julian Sherman online.
As a top-tier celebrity, he had virtually no privacy. The internet was flooded with candid photos of him at the airport, on his way to various locations, and official event announcements.
In less than five minutes, Cecelia found out that he would be appearing at a brand’s charity appreciation dinner at the hot spring hotel at 6 p.m. that evening.
If she could find this, then Grace Sterling, the pampered heiress, definitely could too.
As Julian Sherman’s die-hard fan, Cecelia was betting that she would be there.
Annie’s mother had left behind many gowns, luxury bags, and jewels when she was alive. Cecelia went back, mentally prepared herself, did some research, and spent the afternoon getting dressed up before arriving early at the hotel entrance.
The charity dinner was a star-studded affair. Veridia’s most prominent entrepreneurs, wealthy heirs, and socialites would all be in attendance. A red carpet had already been rolled out at the hotel entrance, flanked by cameras with long lenses.
Although it wasn’t time for the event to officially begin, many celebrities had already been dropped off by their managers to pose on the red carpet for photos that would be used in tomorrow’s publicity.
Cecelia didn’t have an invitation. She had come early to observe, hoping to slip inside during a lull.
Unfortunately, the celebrities seemed to pose for photos endlessly. She had to wait for over an hour before she finally saw a man who had arrived all by himself.
A silver-gray Lamborghini slowly pulled to a stop. A valet caught the keys the man tossed him. The man casually straightened his lapels and was about to step onto the red carpet when Cecelia quickly hurried over and linked her arm with his.
"Oh, my foot!"
"Excuse me, sir, could you give me a hand?"
The man, grabbed so suddenly, instinctively looked down at her.
He saw she was wearing a simple yet elegant little black slip dress. Her long, smooth hair was styled simply, and she wore simple diamond stud earrings, revealing a slender, fair, and unadorned swan-like neck.
Although her overall look was understated, her features were bright and lively, exuding a natural beauty. He quickly took hold of her arm in return.


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