From the beginning, this dinner was doomed to end in discord. Nathan stood up, sneered, and directly walked out the door. James Taylor tried to stop him but only said a few words without making any effort. As Nathan left, he couldn't be bothered to act anymore and happily drank his red wine. "Taylor, what's going on with Nathan?" Mr. Davis glanced at Emily and then at James Taylor, "What's all this about?" James Taylor smiled, handed Mr. Davis a glass of wine, and chuckled, "Nothing. Nathan is a young man, a bit too impulsive and not rational enough. We understand him…" Mr. Davis, although a bit old-fashioned, was not stupid. He could infer some information from their conversation. Nathan's furious departure had something to do with Emily. Could it be that Emily and Nathan were once a couple? Did Emily abandon Nathan and find a new man? Affairs of young people are indeed complicated. Mr. Davis frowned and clinked glasses with James Taylor, "Nowadays, many women are always looking for a better man. This isn't good. Emotions can't be replaced by money. Mr. Taylor, I remember your wife married you when you had no money. Your love is enviable." James Taylor understood the implication in Mr. Davis's words. He was at a loss. Mr. Satan was his business partner, and Emily was his daughter's friend. He had no idea how to respond to Mr. Davis's comment. "We can't understand young people's affairs. Let's not judge them. Times have changed, and my thinking is outdated." Mr. Davis nodded, "Yes, the lives of young people today are different from ours. In my youth, there were fewer divorces, and not as many temptations around." "Mr. Davis, cheers." Mr. Taylor interrupted, stopping him from saying more. Emily listened to their conversation and glanced at Mr. Satan, who was picking fish bones for her. "What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?" Emily shook her head and whispered, "Did you know Nathan would come today, so you brought me along?" Mr. Satan didn't deny it. He placed the deboned fish in front of her, "Come on, open your mouth." What was he doing today?With Mr. Davis and Mr. Taylor here, how could he act so intimately? Emily blushed, "No…" Mr. Satan laughed softly, not saying anything. Emily had no choice but to eat the fish. Mr. Taylor saw them and laughed, "I think life is short, and the most important thing is to be happy. If two people aren't happy together, there's nothing wrong with parting ways. The key is to find your own happiness. Relationships between people can change." "What's eternal in this world?" Mr. Satan chuckled, "Perhaps only the artifacts buried underground. The distant past can never be restored, yet those things remain the same, enduring through the years. People are different; when faced with interests, they change quickly." Mr. Taylor's eyes lit up as he thought of something, "Mr. Satan, are you also interested in antiques?" "I just know a bit. I'm a boring person who sometimes buys an antique. If I have time, I look at them; if not, I just leave them be." Mr. Taylor understood and continued, "What kind of antiques do you collect? Mr. Davis is an expert in antiques. Perhaps he could take a look at your collection." "Hold on," Mr. Satan said politely, "Let me finish deboning the fish for my girlfriend first." "Ah, ah, ah…" Emily, who had just taken a sip of water, choked on his words, her eyes watering. "Why are you so careless?" Mr. Satan patted her back and handed her a few napkins. Emily turned around to tidy her hair, wiping the water off her dress, thinking that Mr. Satan was definitely upset today. When he was unhappy, he wouldn't lose his temper but would do strange things. Nathan had barged into their room. Mr. Satan didn't say much on the surface, but he was really angry… "I have to tell you…" "Hmm?" Mr. Satan hummed softly. Emily sighed, "I don't know how Nathan found out about our room. It might be a coincidence." "It's not a coincidence," Mr. Satan's face darkened, "It's a loophole in hotel management. I've already spoken with the hotel owner. The staff member Nathan bribed has been fired. All the room keys for 307 have been delivered to our room."Emily's eyes widened, "All the keys? Didn't the hotel keep one as a backup? Did they really give them all to us?" "They didn't want to." Mr. Satan didn't stop deboning the fish and fed the last piece to her, watching her eat it before continuing, "I bought the hotel." "What?! You… cough, cough, cough…" Emily almost choked on the fish. Mr. Taylor asked with concern, "Emily, are you okay?" Mr. Satan patted her back with a tender gaze, "She's fine." Emily coughed and thought: Could you please not tell me such important news while I'm eating? "Mr. Davis, you specialize in the study of paintings and artifacts, don't you? I bought a painting in Europe a couple of years ago. The seller told me it was a work by Leonardo da Vinci. I don't know if it's real or fake. Could you appraise it for me?" Mr. Davis choked on his wine, "Da Vinci? Most of his paintings are already in collections. How did you buy one?" Mr. Satan, unhurried, opened his phone and showed a photo to Mr. Davis, "I might have been scammed. Could you take a look?"