Tristan Grayson looked up and said coldly, "Don’t bother. I already knew."
Archie Lockwood has been busy dealing with Jason Lockwood and taking care of Master Lockwood lately. How could he possibly have the ti or energy to oppose ?
Although he’d poached back so of their original clients this past month—which was a bit underhanded—Archie Lockwood was the one who had stolen all of his clients during the three months he was in a coma after his car accident.
Now, he was simply giving Archie a taste of his own dicine.
"Looks like it won’t be long before our LK Group surpasses IS Group. Tristan, it seems you’ve really and truly made a coback this ti."
Tristan Grayson ignored him, lowering his head to continue flipping through the docunts.
Perhaps Ian Shaw was too excited, because he spoke without thinking. "Ah, so all my hard work convincing Mika Sumrs to leave really paid off!"
At Ian Shaw’s words, Tristan Grayson’s hand, which had been flipping through the docunts, froze in an instant...
An inexplicable, violent tremor shot through his heart...
The mont the words were out, Ian Shaw sensed a murderous aura. He quickly wiped the grin off his face, cleared his throat, and feigned a serious expression. "Tristan, I just rembered I have sothing I need to finish. I won’t disturb you. You get back to work, get back to work." With that, Ian Shaw strode quickly toward the door, wishing he could just fly out of the room...
’Damn it! I got so excited and carried away that I forgot Tristan was still here...’
However, before he could reach the door, Tristan Grayson’s dark voice rang out first. "Stop!"
Hearing the command, the smile on Ian Shaw’s face froze, and he stopped in his tracks. His brow furrowed as he turned around with extre reluctance, quickly forcing an apologetic smile. "Tristan, I really didn’t say anything. I said nothing. Why don’t you get back to work? I’ve got a lot to take care of myself..."
After saying his piece, Ian Shaw tried to bolt again, but Tristan Grayson snatched the teacup from his desk and hurled it at him.
Ian Shaw dodged just in ti, his face a mask of misery as he said plaintively, "I really didn’t say anything."
"Ian Shaw, don’t let this get to the point where we can’t even be brothers anymore!"
"Tristan Grayson, everything I did was for your own good!" Hearing Tristan’s threat, Ian Shaw got angry too. Deciding to just throw caution to the wind, he retorted furiously.
Tristan Grayson laughed, his voice dripping with rage. "For my own good? Ian Shaw, be straight with . What did you do to Mika Sumrs?" ’Only he knew what it truly ant to lose her...’
"Nothing much. I just told her everything she deserved to know and, while I was at it, told her to leave you," Ian Shaw said coldly, his face sullen and his tone dismissive.
Ian Shaw’s words sent tremors through Tristan Grayson’s heart. ’So, she didn’t want to leave on her own. Ian told her things... he forced her away...’
"Ian Shaw! How dare you do this behind my back! And you dared to hide it from for so long."
"Tristan Grayson, I just couldn’t stand watching you two anymore! You obviously love each other, but you insist on hurting each other. Since you can’t go back to the past and you can’t find a way to be together, why continue this entanglent and keep hurting one another?"
"Ian Shaw, you don’t understand anything. What’s between her and ... I’m the one who wronged her. Even if she hates , even if she wants revenge, she has every right to." As he spoke, Tristan Grayson stood, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, and walked out.
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