Chapter 12

Throughout the gala, Reagan remained detached. He had repeatedly instructed the reception staff to notify him the moment the custom invitation appeared. Halfway through the banquet, there was still no sign of it, meaning P had yet to arrive. Reagan couldn't fathom it. He had offered exceptionally generous terms, even agreeing to pay ten times the market price for the patent. There was no reason P shouldn't have been moved. Even Hunter hadn't shown up. Could it be that he had already made contact with P? Just as unease began to creep into Reagan's mind, a waiter suddenly hurried over, clutching the custom invitation excitedly. "Mr. Lancaster, she's here! She's at the entrance!" Reagan's face lit up with excitement as he stepped forward to greet P. However, the next moment, upon seeing a familiar face, he froze completely—it was Paige. He could never have imagined that she would appear before him at this exact moment and in this fashion. He felt that he was in a dream, his legs u