"Please wait a moment, Mr. Zeller. Someone will be with you shortly," the receptionist said.

Her smile had changed, becoming genuinely warm. She hadn't expected this young man to actually know Tasha and was relieved she hadn't called security to escort him out.

A few minutes later, a woman wearing black-framed glasses appeared, looking gentle and professional. She said, "Hello, Mr. Zeller. I'm Mrs. Sharpe's secretary. Please follow me."

After taking the elevator to the top floor, Felix was led directly to the CEO's office.

"Please have some tea and make yourself comfortable, Mr. Zeller. Mrs. Sharpe is in a meeting that's ending soon," the secretary explained before leaving.

Felix felt somewhat nervous inside. He knew he could treat chronic epilepsy—there was absolutely no doubt about that. Even without acupuncture, he could cure it completely and effectively.

The formula was his own invention, so its efficacy was naturally different from others. His nervousness stemmed from wh