Rachel didn't get angry. She calmly handed over the business card again. "Gentlemen, please show this to Mr. White. He might see me after seeing this card. Take a closer look at it before rejecting me outright."

The two guards, well-informed, recognized the card's unusual nature. They took it and examined it under the light. Both were startled. It was an emerald business card, cool and smooth to the touch. Exchanging glances, they saw the shock in each other's eyes and quickly decided, "Ms. Carter, we'll risk reprimand to deliver this for you. If it doesn't work, please don't make things difficult for us."

Rachel smiled and thanked them. "Regardless of the outcome, I appreciate your effort."

Two men sat in the living room of the White Residence. One was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes; his demeanor was stern. He was Zayden White, head of the White family. Opposite him sat an elderly man with gray hair, his commanding presence naturally commanding respect. Zayden was extremely respectful. "Mr. Miles, your words are like orders to us. Whatever you say, the White family will comply without hesitation."

Zayden's boss, Brad Miles, nodded. "In these peaceful times, money can be earned at any time. But remember, some things are more important than money. Don't tarnish your father's reputation."

Just as Zayden was about to respond, footsteps echoed from the doorway. A guard entered the room. "Mr. White—"

Zayden exploded with anger. He shouted, "Get out! Can't you see I'm entertaining Mr. Miles? No matter what, do not disturb us!"

Terrified, the guard said nothing and ran out. Only after reaching the courtyard did he breathe a sigh of relief, frustrated with himself for interrupting Zayden. He returned to the gate and handed the card back to Rachel. "You should leave."

Rachel looked at the card, dejected. "Did Mr. White see the card and still refuse to meet me?"

The guard shook his head. "No, Mr. White didn't even look at the card. As soon as I walked in, I was scolded and sent out."

Hearing this, Rachel apologized repeatedly, but she was unwilling to leave just yet. She turned to Matthew. "He didn't even look at the card. What now?"

He had no better solution. "Why don't we wait a little longer? Since he's entertaining guests, they won't be staying overnight."

Rachel considered this and agreed that Matthew had a point. She decided to wait.

White Residence's gate was lit by two bright lights, one on each side, illuminating it brightly. Under the lights, Rachel's face looked even more striking, and her figure even more eye-catching. Matthew's gaze fell on her; he felt a little flustered. Thinking about going home together tonight made him look forward to it even more.

Rachel's eyes were fixed on the courtyard. She whispered, "They're coming out. Mr. White is coming out."

Matthew looked toward the courtyard. He saw an elderly man and a middle-aged man walking out. "Which one is Mr. White?" Recalling his experience at Lloyd Residence, he worried about confusing the two generations of a family again.

Rachel moved closer to Matthew and whispered, "The middle-aged man is Mr. White. When they come out, I'll greet him. Don't interfere or say anything. I'll handle it myself." She was concerned he might say the wrong thing, so she made sure to remind him.