"Tristan, how long are you going to keep sipping your drink?" said Nicholas, sitting with Tristan at the time at their regular Bar. Nicholas was already home. He was even getting ready to go on a date with Claire. A few minutes before he left, Tristan suddenly called. The man asked to be followed up because he was currently drunk, and he couldn't drive a car when he got home. Worried, Nicholas could not help but agree to pick the man up. When he arrived at the Connaught Bar in the Mayfair area, Nicholas could see Tristan sitting alone in a semi-drunk position. The man continued to gulp down the drink in his hand. Meanwhile, from time to time, Nicholas also heard his best friend talking. I don't know what he said. "Come on, get up quickly. I'm taking you right now," Nicholas ordered once more. He was dizzy when he saw his best friend's behavior. Tristan is just like Jacob. When there's a problem, always go to the Bar to pass the time with a drink. Both always think alcohol is the b
Tristan's life has been chaotic and increasingly uncertain this past week. After knowing the remarkable fact that he was Raphael's biological son, until this moment, he still didn't want to admit it until this moment. Raphael had tried many times to get close. He also tried many times to provide clarification, but still, Tristan didn't care. Even though they were still standing in the same building, Tristan had closed all access for Raphael to meet him. Busy with his thoughts, suddenly, a knock came on the door. A few seconds later, Mario's figure and another figure that Tristan had been waiting for all this time. "Detective Joseph." Tristan immediately stood up. He stretched out his hand, inviting Joseph to shake hands. "Please have a seat. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Joseph sat down quickly. The middle-aged man immediately opened the bag he was carrying to take out a folder, then handed it over to Tristan immediately. "This is a summary of the reports I've colle
"You know, Adrian? I've been planning all these plans for a long time. Looking for the right time to eliminate Andrew from the face of this earth," said Alfonso. "But why get rid of it, sir? Isn't Mr. Andrew an old friend of yours?" Adrian looked surprised. He wondered why his boss insisted on drawing up a plan as neat as possible to eliminate his own best friend. "It's that simple. I don't like Andrew choosing Raphael over me. Foxtail can be where he is now because of my role in raising him." Adrian nodded in understanding. Understand how Alfonso feels. "Then how come Julio was willing to follow your orders? I'm sure what you ordered put the lives of all of you in the car at risk." Alfonso seemed to be smiling. Leaning his shoulder on the back of the chair, he then explained again. "I know Julio requires a lot of money to support his family. For that, I purposely ordered my people to kidnap his wife and children. I moved them to a safe place. what I ordered." "So because of th
At that time, Sophia was already in Edward's car. Her mind was utterly unfocused. Anxiety and fear now creep into her brain and mind while on the way to her father's office. For some reason, Sophia felt sure, after seeing her, Tristan would decide to go straight to his father at the office. Because she was worried that something untoward would happen, she forced Edward to deliver it immediately. Sophia's worries grew, even more when the car they were both in was stuck in traffic for a while. From the corner of his eye, Edward could see how agitated the woman beside him was. Occasionally look to the right and left. It seems to check the cellphone screen as if waiting for someone's phone call. Taking the initiative to lighten the mood, Edward was reprimanded and then offered Sophia a bottle of drink. "Drink it," Edward prodded. "I thought this might calm you down a bit. I see. You look like someone who is worrying about something." Sophia turned her head, then nodded. Grabbing the b
Raphael seemed to be walking in a hurry down the corridor of the police station. A few minutes earlier, he, who had just finished work, was immediately approached by Mario, who was Tristan's assistant. The man came with important news which of course made him very surprised. "Mr. Raphael, I'm sorry to interrupt your time. But it looks like you should hurry to the police station right now." Raphael, who had just turned off the laptop in front of him, immediately looked up. The man's brows were drawn in. Of course, he was confused why Mario suddenly came to his room instead of telling him to go straight to the police station. Did Tristan report it? Or maybe there is something else that escapes his control. He chose to clarify directly to prove all the thoughts running through his mind. "Police station? Why would I go there, Mario?" Mario took a step forward. After his position was just right, he again answered questions from the man in the line of the leader of the Foxtail Corporat
Tristan immediately took significant steps when he just got off the car. Behind the man, Mario's figure was seen following him with several files and items to give to the police investigators. After yesterday's questioning of Raphael, it was Tristan's turn to come to the police station to fulfill the summons as a witness to the shooting that was targeted at him but instead hit his wife. As soon as he arrived at the investigation room, he was immediately directed to sit down. Undergo the initial examination for approximately 60 minutes. "Mr. Tristan Quartararo, could you please tell us the chronology of yesterday's events?" one of the police officers asked Tristan. Meanwhile, the other officers seemed to be listeners and, simultaneously, taking notes on what Tristan might say soon. "It all started when I accidentally visited Alfonso Adelaide in his office that afternoon." "For work?" Tristan shook his head. "I purposely came there to clarify an old matter that I also reported yes
"Eat plenty so your energy can recover. Whatever you need, you can call me anytime."Olivia could see with her eyes how enthusiastic Kimberly was about taking care of Tristan and keeping him company on the second day after he woke up. Now, the beautiful woman was even sitting right by his bedside, gently feeding her husband.Olivia believed Tristan was very comfortable with what Kimberly was doing. Yet, Olivia was in a position very close to both of them. However, Tristan didn't even consider her presence. He didn't even turn to look at her at all.Hurt? Disappointed? Of course. Any woman would be sad to see her husband more comfortable with another woman than with herself. But in Tristan's case, Olivia seemed to understand. She knew very well that he had married her not out of love, but out of ambition and revenge.Realizing this, Olivia felt slapped by reality. She should have known, no matter how hard she tried, they would never be able to reconcile."Because your food is finished.
Tristan seemed to be sitting while rubbing and massaging his smooth chin. His eyes were straight but looked blank as if he was daydreaming about something. I don't know what the brown-haired man is thinking right now. Mario, who had been in the room for more than 30 minutes, was stunned to wait until his boss realized and returned to focus on completing the work that had piled up. "Mister." Mario, who couldn't stand the wait, finally called. After all, if you stay like this, the problem won't be solved right away. "What Happen, Mario? What do you want to discuss with me this time?" Tristan said reluctantly. The man's gaze didn't look the least bit away from what he had previously noticed. "How long do you want to daydream like that?" asked Mario, a little exasperated. Ah no. He seemed excited and annoyed at the same time. Since knowing his wife, who suddenly went to the hospital, Mario realized that his boss's attitude had immediately changed 180 degrees. No longer arrogant and