"Tristan Sterling, you're despicable!"
Holly Sinclair's eyes were bloodshot, her chest surging with a hatred that laced every word.
"What did you say?"
Tristan Sterling took a drag from his cigarette, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously.
The cold glint in them was a sharp blade, stabbing at her face.
"Whatever is between us, what right do you have to take it out on Brandon?"
Holly Sinclair was seething, her hands clenched into tight fists.
At the mention of Brandon Sterling, Tristan's already dark expression instantly turned glacial.
"What did he say to you?"
He crushed his cigarette butt into the ashtray, then advanced on her step by step.
"He didn't say anything to me!"
'I was the one who forced Nell to tell me. Brandon never said a single bad word about him from beginning to end.'
"Then why are you here, throwing a fit?"
Tristan Sterling sneered, standing before her. His tall frame loomed over her like a mountain.
Dangerous and oppressive.
