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q“Oh? Is it that important?” Francesca nodded, but she didn't seem to understand it.

“Yes, it's extremely important.” Despite her smile, Hazel was stern. “If the banquet falls through, Mr. Adams will most probably rope the three families to go against Mr. Lindberg!”

“That sounds complicated.” Francesca raised her brows. “Do you mean that the banquet will fall through if I show up?”

“Yes,” Hazel's answer was firm. “Lindberg Corporation has no choice but to collaborate with the four great families. That way, we can be a community of interests. Among the four great families, my family is the only family with a daughter. Thus, my relationship with Mr. Lindberg is important-”

“Oh?” Francesca seemed confused. “So?”

Hazel froze. Did I not make myself clear enough? Is she really confused, or is she putting up an act?

“Oh, I got it.” Francesca pondered briefly before stating solemnly, “You're saying that I'll affect Danrique's future if I stay by his side? And that it will be better if you're his partner?”

“I'm glad you understand-”

stumped expression. “He refuses to let me leave, and

think I

no need to remind me of that.” Despite her anger, Hazel remained graceful. “I can't stop Mr. Lindberg, but you can make a

talking about.” Francesca

Hazel snapped impatiently. “I've made myself clear. If you love

you're that important, then why don't you make the decision yourself?” Francesca shot her an amused grin. “Your marriage is important, and you are considerate to Danrique. Why don't you marry him yourself? Why bother telling me all those

fumed, but she couldn't find

to leave because Danrique refused to marry you, huh?” Tiny, almost imperceptible crinkles formed around Francesca's eyes.

Hazel couldn't do anything as the color

yawned lazily. “It doesn't concern me, anyway. Instead of coming to me, you should go to Danrique. I'm going to bed now and won't see

spun on her heels and strode