Chapter 110
Tristan Collins clenched his teeth in anger, gritting out, "Stop right there!"
Chloe Collins didn't stop, walking leisurely, her attitude unrestrained and cold.
Tristan exuded an intimidating aura, and his face was a terrible shade.
Suddenly, Alexander Foster appeared not far away, and Tristan's expression faltered a bit.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The next second, his face quickly turned helpless, and he casually joked, "Kids grow up, they rebel."
Then, he handed the object in his hand to Alexander Foster, "Mr. Foster, could you please take this dress to her for me."
Alexander glanced down at the bag without taking it.
This left Tristan in an awkward situation, his hand hanging in mid-air, feeling embarrassed whether he put it down or not.
"I'll prepare a formal dress for her, Mr. Collins doesn't need to worry."
Tristan let his hand drop, his face a bit stiff, "You'll prepare it for her?"
