Diego turned around and saw Daniela walking from the other end of the corridor, her hand resting on her stomach, a mocking smile on her face.

Sebastian stood beside her, his face cold.

Diego furrowed his brow, "You publicly rejected Mr. Whitman. Is that your upbringing? How did your mother teach you?"

"Of course, you're young and don't understand these things. It's understandable. As your father, I naturally need to take care of things for you."

Daniela looked at his hypocritical face, her mind filled with Oliver's words.

How dare he say these lofty words in front of her?

In the past, she thought it was because of Martina that he favored her.

He had only so much fatherly love, and he didn't give it to her.

Now she understood, it wasn't because of Martina.

From the beginning, Diego was the most selfish and cold-hearted one.

Without Martina, without the Brown Family, there would be the Vroom Family, the Zhao family.

As long as it was Diego, nothing would change.

Was he even qualified to be called a father?

A glimmer of hatred flashed in Daniela's eyes, "I never remember having a father."

Diego's face immediately sank.

Stanley quickly said, "Miss Flores, you misunderstand Mr. Flores. He has always been very concerned about you. Today, he saw you on the live stream and didn't even deal with his work, he watched your live stream first."

"He knows you offended Mr. Whitman, so he specially came to the reception to apologize for you. You also know that Flores Group has been very busy recently."

Daniela looked at Stanley.

She knew that he had been with Diego for many years, arranging Diego's work tightly. He was a capable person.

She had always been too lazy to bother with him, she always felt that Stanley's face made her uncomfortable for some inexplicable reason.

"No need," Daniela said flatly, "I can handle my own affairs, I don't need Mr. Flores to worry about it."

She turned to Sebastian.

Sebastian said to the security guard, "I'm here to see Mr. Whitman."

Stanley's words could only be swallowed back.

The security guard naturally recognized Sebastian, he quickly bowed and invited the two of them in, "Mr. Romero, the Chairman is waiting for you."

The two passed Diego and walked straight towards the depths of the corridor.

The security guard stood back, no longer mentioning Diego's gift.

With the incident right in front of him, how could he not know that this was just Diego's excuse?

Ha, trying to get close to the Chairman, using his daughter as an excuse?

Diego narrowed his eyes, watching Daniela and Sebastian's backs, his face didn't change much.

Stanley was also looking, his eyes gradually deepening.

Neither of them lingered, they soon left.

——

When Daniela and Sebastian entered, Mr. Whitman was drawing with a pen.

Hearing the sound, he looked up and said, "You came just in time, come and see how I should finish this part?"

The two walked over and saw that Mr. Whitman was painting a plum blossom painting.

Looking at the composition, it was a bit like the one by Emperor Qianlong this afternoon.

Daniela was surprised, "Grandpa Wang bought the plum blossom painting this afternoon too?"

Mr. Whitman chuckled, "This little girl, you really have a sharp eye. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed Xie old man when he said that your eyesight was more sharp than all of us, and that you were just a girl in your twenties."

Daniela was a little embarrassed, "Trevor is exaggerating, I was just lucky."

Mr. Whitman had been immersed in the business world for many years, how could he believe such a thing as luck?

"Opportunities are given to those who are prepared."

"Hey, don't talk about this, come and see how I should draw here?"

This sentence was originally meant for Daniela.

Sebastian?

Sebastian was out of the question, he was not as good as her.

"Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Daniela took the pen and directly drew two strokes diagonally, and then added a few plum blossoms on top.

With just two strokes, she brought out the subtle fragrance and the loneliness of the solitary beauty.

Mr. Whitman couldn't help but exclaim, "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

These two strokes had raised the artistic conception of this painting by several levels.

After a round of mutual praise, Daniela explained her intentions, "I'm really sorry today. I didn't give you the painting directly, it wasn't intentional. Please forgive my recklessness."