From the moment Tristan Rowe made the announcement, the entire hall was in chaos. This kind of family affair is difficult to meddle in, but watching the spectacle is still possible. The gaze of those present was directed toward one direction, that noisy circle of commotion.
Tristan Rowe's gaze was fixed in one direction, he lightly furrowed his brows, then walked toward Maya Monroe.
Kiki Monroe tugged at Tristan Rowe's sleeve, her voice faint: "I..."
Tristan Rowe gave her a consoling smile: "Don't be afraid."
He continued to walk over.
Maya Monroe looked up, her sharp gaze directed at him: "Is this how you treat your guests?"
Tristan Rowe seemed briefly dazed, for an instant, it was as if he saw a reflection of his younger self in Maya Monroe, yet it wasn't quite the same. The fierceness in Maya Monroe was more intense than his own back then.
