Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1250 Tristan’s Confusion

In the room next door, Tristan took a shower and put on a white suit. The size of the shirt, the vest, and the jacket fit him perfectly, making him elegant. William particularly sent his size to the tailor's shop and ordered those suits.

Standing in front of a mirror. Tristan looked like a supermodel. He was confused, wondering why William had lied to Zack. William hadn't gotten injured at all.

Therefore, Tristan tried to figure out William's purpose for asking him to come here. His hunch told him it wasn't just as simple as project cooperation. He also wondered if the banquet tonight was only for celebrating Daniel's birthday.

If William wanted him to attend the birthday banquet, he could have invited him aboveboard. No one would turn him down. A bad hunch rose in Tristan's mind. He felt there was a big secret in the manor. However, he didn't know what it was.

Tristan decided to let time tell him.

"Good evening, Mr. Norwell."

When he opened the door, Lucy bowed at him respectfully. “Those are freshly made food. Would you like to have some?"

With his hands in the pockets of his trousers, Tristan darted at the food cart before him and agreed, "Sure." Then he returned to his room. Lucy pushed the cart in. There were almost 20 dishes with small portions of food, looking delicate.

Sitting on the couch, Tristan asked, “Lucy, is this banquet only to celebrate Ms. Hawson's birthday?"

be an adult,

darted at her and picked

up beautifully. They put on dresses and wore delicate makeup, both looking uniquely charming.

Daniel pointed to

same taxi here.

go talk to him

"OK."

parked in the outdoor parking lot. The well-dressed guests walked and chatted in

been out yet, and the sunset

to Tristan's room. The door was open, and Lucy was

on

looked over, and his gaze fell on Monica, whose black hair was half-hanging over her shoulders.

at the girls. Before Tristan answered, Daniel held

Looking into Tristan's eyes, she pressed her pink lips. Her ivy

on the plate. "Mr. Norwell, Monica wants to transfer the taxi fare to you. How much

slightly taken aback. Raising his head again, he looked at Monica intensely. Her charming eyes stunned him for

a good excuse," Tristan remarked flatly and withdrew his gaze. "Forget about the taxi fare. I don't like adding followers to

shocked by his aloofness, her heart sinking. She