Tristan sat back in the car, thinking about what Yasmin said. Holding the phone in his hand, he opened the screensaver, clicked on a contact in the address book, and stared at Ava's name in a daze.
The loose hair on his forehead fell down, covering his lowered eyes. Yasmin's words still bothered him endlessly. He hoped that Yasmin was just making up a story to deceive him and didn't want it to be true.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never been afraid of anything. But after meeting Ava, he became more and more timid and didn't even dare to confirm it until recently.
"Mr. Trident, we're here at Mission Hills Golf Course."
Only after hearing the assistant's voice did Tristan take his eyes off the phone.
"Boss, Mister Trident from the Titan Group is here and is waiting for you outside." When Chadwick walked into the club, Sullivan was holding a golf club and hit a beautiful shot into the hole.
