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 imagination

the projects or engage with any of the entrepreneurs. Frustrated, Felicia leaned

tilted his head thoughtfully.

of them?" She

of potential across the board, but who's to say which one will actually succeed? Investing is always

conference concluded, and Sebastian ran into a few acquaintances as the crowd left. While he chatted with them, Felicia wandered off,

herself in a small garden area outside

vibrant colors and light fragrance calming her. She strolled

company is small. It is so small that there are

by, cutting costs wherever we can. Each of us has a workload

a pitch-but with an

peered past the hedge. She found herself face-to-face with a young man wearing thick glasses,

froze, his nervousness evident as

watch and said

would officially end at 11:30

was clear-he'd miss his chance to pitch if he

young man's