"By the way, miss, Madam mentioned there’s an important banquet tomorrow evening, and she would like you to accompany her."

"Hmm?" Eva Nightingale furrowed her brows. As usual, wherever Eliana Beckett went, she would take Eva along, and this time was no exception.

*

The next day, the banquet was held at a city luxury hotel.

Eva Nightingale donned her evening gown and headed downstairs.

Sebastian Yansford was already waiting for her by the luxury car.

The man wore a black suit, perfectly tailored and fitting, his tall and upright stature exuded a sense of security.

With a playful smile, he looked at the petite woman in front of him: "Eva, you’re stunning tonight!"

Eva Nightingale: "Uncle, when did you start becoming so glib?"

"Is it glib talk? I’m just stating the truth!" Sebastian Yansford said, reaching out to take her small hand and helping her into the car, "Let’s go."

In the car.

The driver drove while Sebastian and Eva sat in the back.

Eva looked at him directly and asked, "Uncle, I want to know what really happened three years ago. You must know, so tell me now, will you?"

Her beautiful big eyes slightly squinted, eagerly looking at him!

"Uncle, haven’t you always adored me? You used to spend the most time with me, so you must know about those events back then..."

Eva certainly hadn’t forgotten her purpose in returning.

Because Sebastian knew she would ask; she knew the truth wasn’t easily confessed, but she never imagined Sebastian would remain so tight-lipped!

Sebastian squinted his eyes, looking at her, "Do you really want to know?"

His presence was overpowering.

"Of course I want to know, isn’t that a rhetorical question? Uncle, hurry up and tell me... come on... are you going to speak or not!" She reached out and tugged on his arm, "Hurry up and say it, it’s driving me crazy!"

Sebastian silently protested: Can’t she stop tugging!

Even with the clothes between them, her pulling made his body heat up.

He definitely couldn’t tell her: "Eva! I don’t know anything!"

"Do you really not know?" she immediately frowned, "If you don’t tell me, I’ll ignore you, Sebastian Yansford, it’s up to you!"

Sebastian: "I really don’t know..."

"Then I’m really going to ignore you!"

She pleaded persistently, but it was useless in front of Sebastian for the first time!

She was speechless.

Throughout the journey, she truly stopped paying attention to Sebastian.

When the car arrived, Eva opened the car door and got out without acknowledging Sebastian.

Sebastian glanced at her, leisurely following after her.

He couldn’t deny that even her pouting made him crazy about her!

She rarely acted coy with him, and this time she persistently tugged at his arm for a long time, yet he remained unmoved.

Walking into the banquet hall, an attendant greeted politely: "Young Master, you’ve arrived!"

Sebastian nodded: "Hmm."

The assistant behind him handed the invitation to the attendant at the entrance, and Sebastian walked into the luxurious banquet hall.

It was 8 p.m.

The hotel was lavishly decorated, subtly extravagant, with distinct palace-style elements everywhere.

The people here predominantly wore evening attire reminiscent of European aristocracy, very grand.

Sebastian carried a glass of wine, roaming the banquet hall, searching for Eva’s traces!

Because he knew she was genuinely upset and tried to appease her.

But after searching for a long time, he couldn’t find her, instead attracting a bunch of flirtatious women.

...

Just as Eva Nightingale arrived at the banquet hall, a man grabbed her slender wrist, and an alluring voice descended from above.