Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1970

Celestial Commerce Center.

Clutching her invitation, Coralie passed through layer after layer of rigorous security checks before finally stepping into the grand inner hall.

Representatives from various countries were engaging in polite conversation, flanked by the elite Prefectural Guard, lending the atmosphere an intense, solemn weight.

"It doesn't look like Governor Rhodes has made an appearance yet." The manager walked cautiously beside Coralie, lowering his voice. "He definitely has a security detail breathing down his neck at all times. Getting close to him is going to be incredibly difficult."

This was his first time attending such an aggressively formal event, and he was terrified of doing something out of line that might tarnish their image.

"Besides—"

The manager swallowed hard, whispering, "The Governor has never shown his face in public. Even if he stood right in front of us, we wouldn't recognize him."

Coralie pursed her lips. That was definitely a thorny issue.

She had no idea if the new Governor had something wrong with his head or some deep psychological trauma.

Ever since he took office, he laid down the ironclad law: "No media is permitted to photograph my face." Even when forced to appear for critical broadcasts, he was always masked.

To this day, the internet hadn't managed to piece together even half of Lucian Rhodes' face.

Rumor had it that a kidnapping incident from years ago left him severely disfigured and too ashamed to be seen.

"Let's split up."

Coralie didn't have time to worry about anything else. The bidding conference started at three in the afternoon, and she had to locate Governor Rhodes before then.

Otherwise...

Plot 5 would genuinely end up in Rocco's hands to build a crematorium.

"Understood." The manager nodded respectfully. "This place is huge, Ms. Quill. Please be careful."

"Mhm."

After parting ways, Coralie left her purse on a corner seat. Clutching a thick stack of documents, she weaved her way through the crowded, bustling hall.

Dressed in highly formal business attire with a security credential hanging around her neck, she didn't attract any unwanted attention.

If he wasn't in the main hall, he had to be in a VIP lounge.

But how on earth was she supposed to get close to the Governor's private suite?

Coralie was stuck.

Inside the VIP lounge.

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