Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 212

"And as for you and Felicia-forget it," Sebastian said firmly, his voice cutting like a blade. "She doesn't like you and never will. She definitely won't marry you. Stop using that 'fiancé' title to act self-important. If I hear it again, you'll regret it." Without waiting for a reply, Sebastian turned on his heel and strode into the venue.

Spotting Felicia already seated, he walked over and sat beside her.

Felicia blinked up at him, then glanced back toward the entrance. Sure enough, Arnold had entered the venue but hadn't left. She relaxed slightly.

For today, he was more than just an annoyance he was a radar. She couldn't afford to let him slip away.

The venture capital conference began on schedule.

Entrepreneurs and project creators took to the stage one by one, presenting their ideas with passion and vigor in hopes of securing investments. The atmosphere buzzed with energy and potential.

Felicia, however, had her eyes glued to Arnold. She watched his every move, trying to discern which project would catch his attention.

After a while, Arnold seemed to sense her gaze. His eyes flicked upward, meeting hers. His stern expression softened slightly, and his lips quirked upward into a faint smile.

"What's he thinking now?" Felicia thought, irritated.

averted her gaze, unwilling to fuel his

He didn't invest in any of the projects or engage with any of the entrepreneurs. Frustrated, Felicia leaned toward

his head thoughtfully. "They all seemed

them?"

of potential across the board, but who's to say which

Sebastian ran into a few acquaintances as the crowd left. While he chatted with

in a small garden area

colors and light fragrance calming her. She strolled

company is small. It is so small that

a workload of

rehearsing a

and peered past the hedge. She found herself face-to-face with a young man

nervousness evident as he stammered,

at her watch and said

would officially end at

meaning was clear-he'd miss his chance to pitch if he didn't

man's eyes