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 d