CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: CHANCE ENCOUNTER WITH BYRON SINCLAIR

The iron scaffolding outside the Zenith Building had been rebuilt, with an additional layer of safety netting, making it look much safer.

Nina Sinclair stood in front of the wall, holding a pen in one hand as she painted.

At that moment, a low-key Bentley slowly stopped in front of the Zenith Building.

The car window lowered, revealing a handsome face favored by time. Byron Sinclair was in a suit, understated and reserved, leaning back in the car, his sharp, time-weathered eyes firmly fixed on Nina Sinclair.

Although Nina Sinclair was sulking with him, he had always been watching over her, knowing that her current job was painting for others.

When she was young, Nina Sinclair also loved to paint, and she was exceptionally good at it.

He watched the slim figure before him, and his mind conjured up images of young Nina Sinclair proudly showing him her drawings, smiling as she sought his praise.

In the blink of an eye, Nina Sinclair had already grown up.

"Mr. Sinclair, you’re going back to Crestfall this afternoon. Do you want to get out and see Miss Sinclair?" Quincy, the assistant in the driver’s seat, asked.

Byron Sinclair shook his head, "No need, I can watch her from here. She never gives me a pleasant look whenever we meet, so I won’t intrude."

Afterwards, Byron Sinclair silently watched Nina Sinclair, his eyes filled with love and guilt.

It wasn’t until Nina Sinclair went inside the Zenith Building to use the restroom that he withdrew his gaze and told Quincy, "Let’s go."

He was just about to roll up the window when a voice full of surprise rang out, "Mr. Sinclair?"

Byron Sinclair turned his head and saw Vincent Lancaster standing outside the car window.

His face showed an expression of surprise and joy, appearing quite excited.

Byron Sinclair thought carefully and realized he didn’t recall knowing this person.

He asked in confusion, "You are?"

Vincent Lancaster knew that Byron Sinclair hadn’t met him before and naturally didn’t recognize him, so he stepped forward to introduce himself, "Hello, Mr. Sinclair, I’m Vincent Lancaster, your daughter’s boyfriend."

Byron Sinclair recalled that during the last investigation of Nina Sinclair’s background, it showed that her boyfriend was indeed named Vincent Lancaster.

His scrutinizing gaze fell upon Vincent Lancaster, the way a father looks at his prospective son-in-law.

Vincent Lancaster looked decent enough, but his eyes were unsteady, and he lacked composure, falling short of Byron’s vision for a son-in-law.

But as long as Nina Sinclair likes him, that’s what matters.

Having gone through some experiences, Byron felt that a forcibly arranged marriage was not as good as one chosen out of love.

Byron Sinclair gave a friendly smile and advised, "Take good care of her."

When Vincent Lancaster came over to greet him, he was also a bit nervous, but hearing Byron Sinclair’s words, he immediately beamed with joy.

He replied repeatedly, "I certainly will!"

Suddenly, Vincent Lancaster remembered something and hurriedly said, "We’re having our engagement party on the 15th of next month in Veridia. We hope you’ll be able to come."

He recalled that Sierra Sinclair mentioned she had argued with her father and their relationship was strained, so neither family had met yet. Now, with him connecting the dots, they could reconcile, and he could also benefit from it!

Vincent Lancaster said sincerely, "She wants to mend the father-daughter relationship with you and hopes you’ll give us this opportunity."

Hearing Vincent Lancaster’s words, Byron Sinclair was taken aback.

Nina Sinclair was going to get engaged?

She hadn’t told him.

But he was more shocked by Vincent’s words, as Nina Sinclair showed him no kindness last time at the hospital. He hesitated, "Did she really say that?"

"She did! She even said she would send you an invitation."

Byron Sinclair’s eyes couldn’t help but redden.

After so many years, Nina Sinclair was finally willing to forgive him.

Nina Sinclair was his daughter; even though he and her mother had no feelings for each other, his love for Nina was genuine, and there was no way he would hold grudges.

"Alright, I’ll make time to come."

Vincent Lancaster beamed with joy and repeatedly said, "Then we’ll be waiting for you in Veridia."

He felt more pleased with himself and quietly decided to make a good impression in front of Byron Sinclair.

"Mr. Sinclair, we’re running short on time," Quincy reminded.

"I still need to catch a flight, so I’ll take my leave," said Byron Sinclair.

Vincent Lancaster respectfully said, "Safe travels, Mr. Sinclair."

The car window slowly rolled up, and the car drove away from Zenith, soon disappearing from Vincent Lancaster’s view.