Tristan Grayson's fist clenched and unclenched, again and again. He didn't know how many times he repeated the motion before he finally managed to compose himself, forcing himself to appear indifferent to the person and the situation before him.
"Mr. Lockwood, I think you've made a mistake. I came here today to meet with Miss Joyce."
When Archie Lockwood heard Tristan Grayson's words, he clenched his fists, ready to charge forward and beat the bastard. Seeing this, Mika Summers grabbed Archie's arm and said with a cold smile, "Brother, there's no need to get angry over someone irrelevant. It's not worth getting your hands dirty."
Archie Lockwood, who had been simmering with rage, was taken aback for a moment when he heard her. Then, his voice dripped with scorn as he said, "You're right, Mika. Getting our hands dirty over someone like him would just be disgusting."
A wicked smile touched Mika Summers' lips. She let go of Archie Lockwood's arm and walked toward Tristan Grayson.
