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.

her gaze, unwilling to

to her surprise, the conference came and went without Arnold making a single move. He didn't invest in any of the projects or engage with any of the entrepreneurs. Frustrated, Felicia

tilted his head thoughtfully. "They

of them?"

board, but who's to say which one will actually succeed? Investing is

into a few acquaintances as the crowd left. While he chatted with them, Felicia wandered

a small garden area

vibrant colors and light fragrance calming her. She strolled leisurely, admiring

so small that there are only six

costs wherever we can. Each of us has a workload of three

like someone rehearsing a

herself face-to-face with a young man wearing

froze, his nervousness evident as he stammered,

at her watch and said calmly, "It's 11:25

would officially end at 11:30

chance

young man's