"Miss Sinclair, I've 'kidnapped' you now. If you don't give me a clear answer today, don't even think about leaving."
She: "..."
Why is he like this?
Clearly, it was him asking her to agree to a relationship.
But his demeanor was like a kidnapping, domineering and unreasonable.
She opened her mouth, about to retort, but her voice was abruptly interrupted by a sudden ring.
A cold, deep voice came from the phone suddenly.
"Vivian."
It's over.
Just now, she was too anxious, she forgot to hang up the phone.
Her heart sank heavily.
Had he heard everything from the beginning to the end?
She dared not think too deeply, nor did she dare to look up at Tristan's reaction.
She just raised her hand, trembling as she tried to get her phone back, to try to explain something.
But before she could get close, Tristan swiftly snatched the phone away.
He gently placed the phone near his mouth, a meaningful smile at the corner of his lips.
"Curtis? What a coincidence, you're here too?"
