The ringtone brought Tristan out of his groove. It wasn't a call—it was a notification for a reminder he set for himself.
'Today is the day of Nel's premiere. Damn, I got so carried away that I almost forgot. I bet Nel is even worse off today, though…'
Tristan shook his head, smiling.
He quickly set the rest of his criminal work aside—nothing there was time-sensitive anyway—and went to change his clothing and identity.
Tristan always had to sneak around when he moved from one mansion he owned to another, but with his impossible level of stealth, it wasn't hard.
In half an hour, not so far away, Tristan Gemello began a day in his house. As far as the world was concerned for now, Tristan Hayes was asleep in his locked bedroom.
His subordinates long ago got used to his mostly nocturnal way of life. It wasn't entirely uncommon in the underworld.
