Be was shocked when she saw Tristan’s face darken.

’Huh!? Why is he mad? Did I say something wrong?’ She wonders.

Nevertheless, she put aside her curiosity and continued her sentence.

"…Jack convinced me to handle Quantum Capital in this country. And you know what, Tristan? One of the reasons I came back to this country was because of him."

Be sighed deeply while shaking her head, remembering how persistent Jack convinced her to return to thepany.

"He was too noisy to force me to take care of Quantum Capital. I had no choice but to ept his offer, and he paid me well. So yeah…" She feels amused to remember those days when Jack visited them every month in Sweden.

She told him everything about it but didn’t open up about her share ownership in RDF Group.

Tristan felt relieved that Be’s rtionship with Jack was purely professional and friendship. Well, at least he doesn’t have topete with another big shoot.

"I think I should thank your boss. If it weren’t for him, who convinced you toe back, maybe I wouldn’t have known about Dax and been able to meet you again, Be..." He said sincerely.

Be was at a loss for words when she noticed the gloominess on his face.

She regretted mentioning the topic, fearing he would ask her again to return to him — a conversation she always avoided whenever they were alone.

…

They arrive at a luxury private restaurant in the middle of the city, surrounded by a semi-forest garden.

This was Be’s first time visiting this ce, and its beauty enchanted her.

As their car pulled into the restaurant’s front yard, Be felt like she had left the city and entered the countryside. The atmosphere was peaceful and serene.

She spotted the restaurant’s name, Forbidden Garden Private Restaurant, written in gold on the wall.

’What an interesting name...’ She mumbles.

While Be was busy looking out of the car, immersed in the scenery, Tristan couldn’t help but silently smile as he stopped the car in front of the main entrance lobby.

’Do they know this is one of my restaurants?’ he wondered while looking at the other car in front.

Tristan put aside his curiosity as he dashed out and opened the car door for her.

"Thanks," Be stepped out and joined Jack and Leo walk to the restaurant.

While Tristan he closely walks behind them and listens to their conversation in silence.

"Be, you should thank me..." Leo nces at Be while they enter the restaurant. "It’s hard to get a table in this restaurant. I booked a table here a week ago toe with you. And I’m so lucky they called me today. They said I coulde today because someone canceled their book."

"Wow! Really?"

"Yes."

"Does the food taste good?" Be asked curiously. She relies on Leo’s food rmendations since they are avidly interested in eating.

"On the first day, I arrived in this city, I happened to eat at this Western restaurant with an acquaintance. If the taste isn’t good, I wouldn’t rmend it."

Be’s eyes beamed when she heard about the excellent rating for this restaurant.

Leo apologizes to Be for not being able to get the VIP room.

"I’m sorry, Be... they only gave me a hall table," Then Leo nced at Jack, "I hope you don’t mind eating in the hall, Jack!?"

"No problem. As long as I can have dinner with you guys before I fly tomorrow, it is enough for me," Jack said with a chuckle. He nced at Tristan and slowed his step to match him.

Jack couldn’t help but ask, "What about our big boss, Tristan Sinir? Are you okay eating in the hall?" his question made Be and Leo look at Tristan.

"Me? Of course, I don’t mind," Tristan answered before he nced at Leo. "Mr. Smith, you don’t need to worry about the VIP room..."

Leo, "..."

’What does he mean?’ Leo wanted to ask, but Tristan avoided his gaze, making him stop mid-sentence.

Tristan looks over at a middle-aged man in a ck suit standing not far from them. The man is the manager in charge of this ce. After a brief moment of eye contact with the man, Tristan turns his attention back to Be and the others.

"Follow me," Tristan said, leading the way up the stairs to the second floor. He nced over at Be and whispered, "Be careful..."

Be, "..."

"Huh, the second floor only for VIP room area, Mr. Sinir," Leo said in surprise as he followed Tristan up the stairs. "Do you perhaps know the restaurant manager? That’s why you can ess their VIP room without reservation?"

Leo was impressed with Tristan. If he knows Tristan knows the restaurant manager, he doesn’t have to wait for a week to bring Be to eat in this ce.

Tristan didn’t rush to reply as he continued walking, leading them to the second floor.

Upon arriving at the second floor, Tristan headed straight to therge wooden door in the corner.

When they entered the room, Leo and the others were amazed by the luxury of the VIP room, with a modern interior andrge ss windows overlooking the beautiful garden.

There’s arge wooden table is positioned in the center of the room, surrounded by ten chairs facing each other.

Upon entering the VIP room, Tristan caught Leo’s amused expression as he waited for an answer.

"Mr. Smith, I don’t need to make a reservation toe to my own restaurant..." Tristan calmly said as he pulled out a chair for Be.

"Y-You own this Fo-Forbidden Garden Private Restaurant?" Leo gasped in suprised.

"Yes. I thought that was a piece of public knowledge, and you already knew..." Tristan chuckled before continuing, "Mr. Smith, thank you for your high praise for this restaurant. I will ask someone to send VIP ess for you so that in the future, you cane here whenever you want without a reservation."

Leo, "...."

Jack, "...."

Be could only shake her head while narrowing her eyes at stupid Leo. How could he not do his own research!?