Tristan cast him a cool glance, a faint curve barely touching his lips.
"Oh, really? Never heard of him."
His tone was saturated with unfiltered contempt.
After speaking, he no longer bothered with Hugo Hart, turning instead to Vivian with the same detached voice.
"Attorney Sinclair, the translation draft you submitted this morning has some issues."
The mention of work made Vivian instantly tense up.
She hurriedly asked, "Mr. Sterling, which one has the problem?"
"Come to my office. We'll talk there."
He offered no further explanation, just turned and walked toward the elevators, his steps steady and commanding.
Vivian quickly turned to Hugo Hart, an apologetic look rising on her face.
"Mr. Hart, I'm sorry, I have to deal with some work first. Really sorry."
Hugo was quite considerate, still smiling as he waved it off.
"It's fine, go ahead. Work comes first. We can talk on WeChat later, no rush."
"Okay."
