Next Day.

After the meeting at the Quantum Capital building, Be and Bryan rushed to Roots & Recipe Family Restaurant.

She would meet Dax and Noora there, who were also on their way from home.

"Ma’am, excuse me," Bryan nced at Be through the rearview mirror. He saw her eyes closed.

"Yes?" She responded without opening her eyes.

"Your husband said you need to eat your snack," Bryan said without ncing at her. He focused on the street ahead.

Be’s eyes opened, and she sat up straight when she heard the word "snack."

She suddenly felt hungry. And now, they were still five minutes away from the restaurant.

"Why are you suddenly talking about snacks?"

"There’s a snack box next to you, ma’am."

Be immediately looked beside her and was surprised to see a ck box the size of a shoebox sitting there.

When she opened it, her eyes lit up. Inside were half a dozen of her favorite peanut butter donuts, two bottles of cold milk, and a box of grape juice.

"Wow, thank you, Bryan. Did you prepare all this?" She nced at Bryan.

"Yes, ma’am. Your husband gave me the list and asked me to get it for you," Bryan smiled as he saw her start eating the donuts.

"Did Tristan tell you that I’m pregnant, Bryan?" Be asked after finishing two donuts and a bottle of her milk.

"Y-Yes, ma’am. The Boss has informed all your guards about your pregnancy, so every guard would act ordingly," Bryan exined. They had known about her pregnancy for a week.

Her safety would be their top priority whenever she went out. Just like now, a few cars shadowed their vehicle.

Today, they also carried out their n to catch whoever was always tailing her.

"I see," Be responded before continuing to devour her donuts, asionally ncing at her phone, waiting for a text from Noora.

Be wanted to confirm Dax and Noora’s current position.

It didn’t take long; a text from Noora appeared, informing her they would arrive in 10 minutes.

Before long, Be finished her donut. Bryan’s voice made her stop as she was about to take herst donut.

"Ma’am, we’ve arrived!" Bryan said as he gradually slowed down the can to enter the main entrance.

A few secondster, after handing the key to the valet, he led Be inside.

The restaurant was bustling, but Be had already reserved the best VIP room to enjoy her lunch with a beautiful view.

Be deliberately didn’t inform Amanda Spencer when she would visit her restaurant. She was worried Amanda might close the restaurant just for her, and she didn’t want to inconvenience her by making her rush to greet her.

She nned to call Amandater after she finished.

After confirming her reservation, a waitress escorted them to the VIP room.

The restaurant was situated around a picturesque greenke with stunning gardens. Families and children could enjoy activities like fishing, canoeing, and more. The ce seemedrge and offered a breathtaking view.

After seeing the location, Be understood why Amanda had rmended this restaurant to Dax. Most children would enjoy a ce like this, but her son was different.

Dax preferred the sea and might not be interested in the city’s scenery and activities here.

"Ma’am, this is your room," the waitress stops before the room with door number 222.

"Thank you," Be politely responded while ncing at Bryan, who looked tense behind them.

She focused again on the waitress, "I’ll ce my order after my family arrives."

"Yes, ma’am. You can call me by pressing the bell inside," the waitress exined.

"I will, thanks."

After the waitress left, she asked Bryan to wait for Dax and Noora at the main entrance.

However, before Be entered her VIP room, the door next to theirs opened.

A middle-aged woman was surprised to see her. "Be?"

Be’s body stiffened when she heard a voice she knew well but wanted to forget the most: Jessica Sinir, Tristan’s mother, her mother-inw.

’What the hell! Why is she here?’ Be cursed internally, ncing at Jessica as she walked towards her, eyeing Bryan suspiciously.

"Wow, I didn’t expect to meet you here finally, Be. And who—" Her sentence stopped, and her eyes returned to scan Bryan from head to toe. "Oh, you slut! How dare you hook up with another man when my son already dered he is married?"

"Be careful with your words, LADY!" Bryan’s annoyed response was cut off when Be raised her hand. He looked at Be with a frown. "Ma’am," he began to protest, but Be stopped him again.

She leans closer to Bryan and whispers, "Bryan, go outside, wait for Noora. Make sure she doesn’te here until I call you." She doesn’t want Jessica to hear her words.

"But, ma’am," Bryan hesitated.

Still, Be insisted that he go. "It’s an order, Bryan. Go! You know me well; I can handle her myself. Don’t worry."

Bryan nodded, but before leaving, he shot an intimidating re at Jessica Sinir. He didn’t care that this old woman was his Boss’s mother; His only concern was ensuring Be’s safety, and he knew that was the only Tristan expected from him.

"My goodness, Be, you are such a terrible woman. A slut! How could you betray my son? Just wait until I tell him you’re having a rtionship..." Jessica’s voice trailed off, ring at Be, who walked away and entered the room, ignoring her.

"You bitch! You have no manners!" Jessica snapped, following Be into the room. She pointed a finger at Be. "How dare you ignore me? I’m Tristan’s mother! Did you forget?"

Be ignored her anger and said, "The guy earlier was your son’s employee. He is my bodyguard."

Jessica’s face twisted in anger. She hated how her n to create trouble for Be had been so easily thwarted.

"Anyway, how dare you ignore me?" Jessica snapped, her anger continuing as she looked at Be sitting across from her, busy searching for something in her bag.