<h4>Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Chance Encounter with Byron Sinir</h4>


    The iron scaffolding outside the Zenith Building had been rebuilt, with an additionalyer of safetyting, making it look much safer.


    Nina Sinir 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 Sinir was in a suit, understated and reserved, leaning back in the car, his sharp, time-weathered eyes firmly fixed on Nina Sinir.


    Although Nina Sinir 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 Sinir 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 Sinir proudly showing him her drawings, smiling as she sought his praise.


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


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


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


    It wasn’t until Nina Sinir 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. Sinir?"


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


    He asked in confusion, "You are?"


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


    Byron Sinir recalled that during thest investigation of Nina Sinir’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-inw.


    Vincent Lancaster looked decent enough, but his eyes were unsteady, and heckedposure, falling short of Byron’s vision for a son-inw.


    But as long as Nina Sinir 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 Sinir 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 Sinir’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 toe."


    He recalled that Sierra Sinir mentioned she had argued with her father and their rtionship 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 rtionship with you and hopes you’ll give us this opportunity."


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


    Nina Sinir was going to get engaged?


    She hadn’t told him.


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


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


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


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


    Nina Sinir 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 toe."


    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 Sinir.


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


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


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


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