It seemed that she had been very familiar with Tristan during this period of time. She runs to him as soon as she gets to work, as if she doesn't exist? If she was not dealt with properly this time, she would not remember who was the man she should remember.
As his pace quickened, Edgar's face became more gloomy.
In the president's office, two people sitting and standing opposite each other were silent.
A cool breeze blew in from the windowsill, blowing away the neatly stacked manuscripts on the desk. The moment it fell, Tristan stood up from his chair, his brows filled with indignation, "Can you take me... to see her?"
She thought that his letting go would make her happy, but she didn't expect that she would be hurt so much. He believed Franklin, he knew he loved someone else but believed he would be good to Ava, but in the end, everything was not what he believed. A businessman was a businessman after all, and ruthlessness and profit were his marks.
