Be remained silent, but a bitter smile crossed her face as she pondered the possibility of her shameless father resorting to underhanded tactics to achieve his goals.

"Alright, my darling. I’ll have my people help them out," Tristan said.

"Thank you, hubby. Please ensure they don’t stay in this city too long. Also, ensure none of the people my father hired to spy on me or my mother stay in the city." She asked.

She didn’t want her father to know about her and her mother—not until shepleted the process of taking over the Donovan Group.

"Sure. I’ll do anything for my woman as long as she’s happy," Tristan said softly.

Beughed at his words. "Oh,e on, Mr. Sinir, stop ttering me with your sweet words."

"I’m not trying to tter you, ma’am. I was just stating my responsibility to make my woman happy. Hahaha..." Tristanughed happily, continuing, "Ugh, alright, my wife, I’m sorry to end our chat so early. I have a meeting in a minute..."

Tristan’s regretful tone made Be p her forehead slightly. She forgot it was office hours; her husband must be busy.

"Ugh, I’m sorry, hubby, if I interrupted your meeting..."

"It’s fine, my darling. My meeting hasn’t started yet," Tristan said with a smile, looking down at the busy street below. He wanted to go to her office and then go home to y with their son. "I’ll pick you up as usual."

"Alright. I won’t take up your time. Go work, Mr. Sinir, and earn a lot of money for our son and me. I love you—"

"I love you more!"

After ending the call, Tristan didn’t leave his ce immediately. He smiled while looking at his cellphone screen, but a few secondster, his smile faded as he remembered he was in the middle of a meeting.

He sighed deeply before putting his cell phone in his pocket and turning back to see several people sitting behind him.

Tristan cleared his throat before casually walking back to his seat.

"You can continue your presentation," Tristan ordered, sitting in his seat and looking at one of the financial directors to continue his presentation.

Everyone in the room finally took a deep breath after their boss, who had asked them to keep quiet when he suddenly halted the meeting to take a phone call, allowed them to continue.

Earlier, they had heard him talking to a woman. Despite their curiosity about the woman’s identity, no one dared to make any sound or loud sigh; they just froze in their seats and breathed slowly while hearing the other side of their boss speaking so sweetly to someone else,pletely opposite to his usual frosty and noble demeanor.

While the finance director was starting his report, Tristan quickly texted Reid to ask him to help his father-inw out of the police station.

Tristan also gave a few other instructions before returning his focus to his work.

***

Finally, the weekend arrived. It would be a special weekend for Be.

Today was the day Be hosted a lunch party at her house. Since the morning, she had been busy in the kitchen, ensuring all the food they would serve was ready.

Even though the chef responsible for the menu had exined everything to reassure her that everything would be alright, she still felt tense.

Be was anxious not to disappoint her guests as it was her first time hosting a party for her friends. She was particrly nervous because she wanted to impress Harper and Stefan.

She also hoped Sean would attend this party so Tristan could meet him. She knew that Tristan wanted to ask about her meeting with Sean, but he hadn’t mentioned it since.

This worried her because she was concerned that Tristan’s rtionship with Sean or his parents could worsen. So this lunch party would help them meet and talk.

After talking with the chefs in the kitchen, she continued to check the venue.

Today, there will be an outdoor lunch party by theke in the backyard.

Geoffrey and Noora arranged the venue, and they had been busy setting up a beautiful outdoor dining area décor since morning.

They ced a long table with twelve chairs facing each other and adorned it with fresh flowers and ornaments.

Looking at the beautiful venue that Geoffrey and Noora had set up, Be suddenly remembered her wedding day.

After exchanging her vows with Tristan, they had a small garden party by theke at Grandpa Lewis’ske house. Only close family and friends attended the wedding party, and the decor was simr to what she now sees. It makes her feel like going back to that day.

"Young miss, why do you look tense? This is only a lunch party. No need to worry; everything will be alright," Noora said, pulling Be from her thoughts.

A half-smile framed Be’s face as she nced at Noora standing by her side.

"I’m not tense. I just want to make sure Harper won’t make fun of me. You know her, right? She has a sharp tongue." Be chuckled, thinking about her sassy best friend.

Noora instantlyughed, recalling Be’s best friend, who used to visit them at their cabin. Although Harper constantlyined about everything, she ultimately epted whatever they offered her. She is a typical youngdy from a super-rich family who visits the countryside despite its limited facilities.

"Miss, don’t worry. I am pretty sure Miss Harper will praise you this time. Believe me, the situation here is different from our cabin back then." Noora tried to lessen Be’s worries.

"Yeah, I hope so," Be said while smiling. "OK, I will head inside first. If you need anything, please call me immediately, Aunty. I’d love to help. I’m excited I could be the host and the lunch organizer simultaneously!"

***

At Quantum Capital Building.

While Be is busy preparing a lunch party for her friends, Leo paces in his apartment bedroom.

Leo nces at the cell phone in his hand now and then, feeling nervous, and continues walking.

After a few more minutes of back-and-forth around the room, he finally stops and sits on the sofa, leaning against it. His eyes stare nkly at the ceiling, wondering whether to call Dana and bring her to the lunch party.