Queenie's heart instantly leaped into her throat.
What was going on? How could this person recognize her? She didn't have any information on her that would prove she was Z.
The tycoon reached Queenie and eagerly grabbed her hand. "I've always wondered who the legendary 'Z' was. Today, I finally get to see your true face!"
Zander's eyes widened so far in shock they looked like they might pop out of his head.
Queenie tried desperately to maintain her composure, quickly pulling her hand back. "Sir, you have the wrong person!"
The financial tycoon looked puzzled. "How is that possible? Your table card is K3. It starts with a K! Look at the rest of us; we all start with T.
At this financial seminar, anyone with a K-prefix table card has to be a top-tier legendary trader. People were just talking earlier about how 'Z' had arrived today. Looking around the entire room, only you have K3, and since 'Z' is known to be a woman, if it's not you, who else could it be?"
Hearing this, Queenie fell into an absolute panic.
She had repeatedly confirmed with the organizers that they wouldn't expose her investment alias.
But what on earth was this K-numbered table card nonsense?
If this guy hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have even noticed.
Glancing around now, she realized her table card was indeed completely different from everyone else's.
Just as she was at a loss for what to do—
A lazy, unbothered voice suddenly rang out from behind her. "By your logic, then I guess I have a 'Z' right over here too."
Everyone turned toward the sound.
Queenie immediately looked back and realized the person speaking was actually Miles.
Miles was sitting not far from her, and a female companion sat beside him.
The table card placed on his table also started with a K, just with a different number.

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