My name is Alex.
My real name is Xavier Summers.
The moment I decided to accept Yin Enterprises' offer, my name became a thing of the past. My codename is A, but everyone calls me Alex.
The other three people working with me have codenames B, C, and D.
Together, the four of us make up the chief special assistant team for Charles Yin, the new president of Yin Enterprises.
China, 201x, Newport City, in a luxury apartment.
The young man in the mirror was smiling gently, giving off a warm and welcoming vibe.
He tidied up his appearance, grabbed his briefcase, and hurried to the parking lot by elevator.
The driver had been waiting in the car for a long time. When he saw Alex approaching, he quickly opened the door for him: "Assistant A, are we heading out to pick up the president now?"
Alex nodded, "We have twenty minutes left. The president doesn't like being late."
"Yes, understood." The driver was a pro—his driving skills were top-notch.
He shifted gears and pulled out smoothly.
Alex leaned back in his seat, mentally organizing the things he needed to report today, sorting them by priority for his meeting with President Yin.
Ever since he started working with President Yin, he felt his skills had improved tremendously—and even his soul had grown.
After all these years, through ups and downs, he was now capable of handling things on his own.
It wasn’t that no one tried to poach him—some even offered ten times his current salary to lure him away as a vice president—but Alex turned them all down.
Alex knew very well the gap between himself and President Yin.
Not even a vice president position—or even president—could tempt him.
Only by following President Yin did Alex feel his life had value and meaning.
He’d been by President Yin’s side through all the hardships, gaining not just experience, but wisdom.
He’d watched President Yin transform from a naïve, fresh-faced youth into a cold, ruthless CEO who put the company’s interests first—and then, thanks to the destined one, gradually become more human, more alive.
Still, he never expected the president and Mrs. Yin would go through so many twists and turns—even losing their memories and being separated.
Sigh, these three years have been so hard on the president.
He knew Mrs. Yin’s every move, but couldn’t disturb her, afraid something might happen to her.
For the president, separation in life was better than saying goodbye forever.
"Assistant A, we've arrived." The driver reminded Alex, snapping him out of his thoughts. He got out of the car, hurried up the steps, and scanned his iris to open the door.
Charles Yin was already up, eating a simple breakfast.
It was Mrs. Yin’s favorite breakfast, and ever since she left, the president’s routine hadn’t changed.
Just like the way the house was arranged—nothing had ever changed.
"President, today’s schedule: 8 a.m., meeting with the chairman of Southern Electric to discuss energy allocation and profits. 10:30 a.m., billiards with Mr. Cui of Changlong Group, negotiations for stock acquisition. 12 noon, meeting with the CEO of Jiahua Chain to discuss potential investment and acquisition... 8:30 p.m., your tutor will be reporting to you." Alex listed the day’s agenda one by one.