Tristan Grayson clenched his fists and stood up. "Good. Very good! Excellent!"
'He, Tristan Grayson, had never spoken to a woman with so much patience before. If she wanted to end their agreement, then she couldn't blame him...'
Listening to Tristan Grayson's mocking tone, her heart ached viciously. 'But I can't listen to him anymore. I can't let him control me any longer.'
Tristan Grayson shot her a cold glance, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and dialed a number. "Henry Archer, you have ten minutes. Get to Regalia Fields with the contract, now."
"Ten minutes? Boss, I'm already in bed..."
Before he could finish, Tristan Grayson hung up.
Tristan Grayson sat on the sofa, watching the woman sitting on the floor, her head buried as she sobbed. A wave of irritation washed over him for no reason.
'So now she's decided to start crying? Who's the real victim here?'
