Daniela eventually got into the car that was taking her to the banquet.

She hadn't wanted to go at first, but Sebastian kept talking about bluefin tuna, caviar, and a special chef he'd hired specifically for the Chamber of Commerce bigwigs so they could eat top-notch delicacies. He said it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, not to be missed.

He also said he could arrange a quiet room for Daniela, where she could just enjoy the food without having to deal with anything else at the banquet.

Daniela agreed, inexplicably.

It must have been the little one in her belly, craving the taste of top-quality bluefin tuna.

Yes, that must be it.

They went to Aunt Bella's shop and changed into their formal wear, entering the banquet almost unnoticed.

Sebastian had indeed arranged a room, and Daniela was comfortable and relaxed.

Not long after, the top-quality bluefin tuna Sebastian had mentioned arrived.

Unfortunately, it wasn't sashimi, but rather cooked by the chef.

Sebastian was worried about parasites in sashimi and wouldn't let Daniela eat it.

What a fraud!

Daniela puffed out her cheeks, picked up her fork, and stabbed a piece of grilled tuna, shoving it into her mouth.

It was delicious, but something was missing.

Sebastian chuckled, pulled out a napkin and wiped a tiny bit of grease from the corner of her mouth, whispering, "I'll take you to the fishing grounds to eat the freshest tuna when the baby's born."

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her ear, his low voice right beside her.

And that suggestive wiping action…

Daniela shuddered, as if a current had flowed through her, leaving her slightly numb.

Her ears were red, and she quickly retreated, getting as far away from him as possible.

Just talk, why get so close?

She pointed her fork at Sebastian, her voice a bit urgent, "No need, I'll go myself."

Sebastian saw her continued defensiveness and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Oh well.

It was good that she wasn't silent like yesterday, at least she was talking.

No need to rush.

Juan knocked on the door and came in: "Mr. Romero, Mr. Whitman is waiting for you in the lounge."

Sebastian looked at Daniela, "Are you finished eating?"

Daniela put down her fork and nodded.

They set off for Mr. Whitman's lounge.

——

At the top of the stairs, Diego was stopped.

The security guard standing at the top of the stairs said, "The president said he wasn't angry with Miss Flores, Mr. Flores doesn't need to come apologize for that."

"On the contrary, the president admires Miss Flores' character. Not changing her mind in the face of huge profits is what entrepreneurs should believe in. If Flores Group can implement Miss Flores' character throughout the company, there wouldn't be scandals like J Town Textile. I hope Mr. Flores can learn from this."

Diego's brow furrowed slightly.

Mr. Whitman was clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.

If he had a background like Mr. Whitman's, why would he have to scheme and plot all these years? He could have been as magnanimous as they were.

"Mr. Whitman is right, I've learned a lot."

Diego's face was full of sincerity, showing no sign of being upset by Mr. Whitman's bluntness.

He shoved the gift he had prepared into the security guard's hand, "Although the president isn't making a fuss about it, Daniela later regretted it, feeling she'd been abrupt with the president. If the president doesn't accept the gift, it will make her uncomfortable. A small token of our gratitude, please help pass it on to the president."

The security guard hesitated, but didn't take the gift, simply pushing it back and saying, "I need to ask the president, please wait a moment."

Diego's face relaxed slightly.

This reason, Mr. Whitman wouldn't refuse.

"How come I didn't know, when did I ask Mr. Flores to send a gift for me?"