Nancy chuckled and playfully slapped Xander on the shoulder, "Always sweet-talking! Alright, let's go, work's over."

Simon and the others laughed along and followed Nancy into the elevator.

Of the group, three had cars, and two did not, so the latter pair exited first when the elevator reached the ground floor. When it reached the underground parking on level B1, Simon closely followed Nancy out.

Nancy's car was parked not too far away. Xander and Thomas didn't think much of it and headed to their own cars, but Simon kept trailing behind Nancy.

"Beep beep," Nancy unlocked her car, about to get in, when she suddenly turned to Simon, "Mr. Blackwell, why are you following me?"

Simon eyed the Maserati, his eyes turning red with envy, "Wow, Mrs. Firth, you drive such a nice car?"

Realizing his lapse, he quickly masked his jealousy with an awkward laugh, "Hehe, I was just curious what kind of car the president's wife would drive to work. Truly, the president's wife is on a whole different level, starting much higher than us."

Nancy was only twenty-three, a normal person her age might have just graduated from university, not to mention obtaining a PhD.

Entering society and immediately becoming the tech director, not to mention driving such a luxurious car, Simon, a seasoned player in the corporate world, couldn't help but feel envious.

He even secretly despised Nancy for climbing the ladder through a man, conveniently overlooking the skills and capabilities she possessed.

He believed Nancy's success was entirely due to Charlie, which unsettled him.

Ignoring his sarcastic tone, Nancy casually tossed her car keys, tilting her head indifferently, "These are just material things. Everyone works hard and gets their due. Anyway, Mr. Blackwell, I won't keep you. I need to go home and cook. I'll be leaving now."

With that, she bent down, got into her car, and drove off right in front of Simon.

Simon stood there, eyes burning with resentment and teeth clenched.

"Hmph! Stupid bitch, flaunting her status through a man. Just wait. When the program leaks again, let's see how you explain that to the executives!"

After glaring in the direction Nancy drove off, he finally took out his car keys, got into his car, and left the parking garage.

Once Simon's car left the company's underground garage, everything seemed to return to calm. An hour later, everyone in the company had left, not a single person stayed back to work overtime.

Time ticked away, and at 9 PM, a figure appeared at the company's main entrance.

The company was pitch-dark, with only two security guards inside the security room playing with their phones.

The figure produced a special card, lightly swiping it on the door. "Beep," the door opened in response.

With a cold laugh, the figure put the card back into his bag, holding a cellphone with the flashlight on, following the dim light inside with practiced ease.

He didn't take the elevator but chose the stairs instead. In the dimly lit stairwell, the only light came from his phone.

Suddenly, the phone's light illuminated his face. If anyone in the company were there, they would instantly recognize him as Simon.