To his surprise, Holly Sinclair glared viciously at Tristan Sterling.
The air froze.
Realizing he was the one being kicked out, Tristan Sterling's expression turned darker than ever.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying?"
He stared at her, his savage gaze like a sharp sword, killing without a trace.
'A choice between the two of them, and she chose Brandon Sterling?'
'Who gave her the goddamn nerve!?!'
Ignoring his warning glare, Holly pointed at the door. "You! Tristan Sterling! Get out!!"
Each word was spoken clearly and forcefully.
She showed him absolutely no respect.
A glacial aura emanated from Tristan Sterling, his face as cold as the King of Hell himself.
The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing.
Seeing him stand there motionless, Holly suddenly exploded.
She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him, screaming hysterically, "Get out! Go! I don't want to see you! Get... COUGH COUGH COUGH... COUGH COUGH COUGH..."
