"Tristan Grayson, you need to be clear about this. Whether there's a motive or not, this is none of your business now." 'The Kent Family, the Lockwood Family... what do they have to do with any of this?'
Tristan Grayson gave a self-deprecating laugh. "No matter what, I can't let her get hurt again."
Ian Shaw slammed the file in his hand onto the sofa and said coldly, "So what are you going to do?" He really didn't understand those two bastards, Tristan Grayson and Cassian Jennings.
'It's just one woman. Is she really worth getting so tormented over that they end up in this pathetic, half-dead state?'
Tristan Grayson didn't say another word, his gaze cold and heavy as he stared at the floor...
Around nine o'clock that night, Mika Summers finally left the office.
Jessica Archer had rented an apartment for her on the street opposite the company. It was very close, only a hundred-meter walk away.
