Vivian Linton had just started to speak when Tristan Sterling's ice-cold voice filled her ears.
Alarm bells rang in her mind as a wave of unease instantly washed over her.
'He's acting so strangely today!'
Vivian Linton never dreamed that the man who loved her to the bone would one day turn on her.
He had actually found that waiter to expose her, all to help Holly Sinclair clear her name.
'She knew he was a man of strong principles who couldn't stand such dirty tricks.'
'But she was the woman he loved! Couldn't he be biased in her favor, just this once?'
Vivian Linton was filled with resentment, but she didn't dare voice any of it.
"Tristan~"
Seeing his cold expression, she gently tugged on his sleeve and called his name tentatively.
She deliberately drew out the last syllable, her voice laced with a coquettish plea. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Didn't mean to?" Tristan Sterling glanced at her, his tone frigid and carrying an invisible weight.
