Chapter 1292 Daphne Really Is Cunning

Inside the president's office at Clarke Corp., an air of seriousness and transparency pervaded. Tristan sat at his spacious Western-style desk, holding a newspaper in his hands. He stared grimly at the bold headline and the photos of Rowan and Daphne. If looks could kill, the two of them would have been dead already!

With a forceful grip, the newspaper crumpled into a ball in his fingertips. Tristan wondered, how Claire must be feeling right now? She loved Rowan so much, so passionately, so sincerely. Her love was unwavering, and her heart and eyes were filled with only Rowan. Rather than anger, Tristan now felt more heartache for Claire, genuinely worried about her emotional state.

He picked up his phone, then put it down, then picked it up again. Over and over, Tristan wanted to call her, but he didn't know in what capacity. After a brief inner struggle, he realized that his consolation would be of no use to her, given the extent of her hurt.

"President," Assistant Kevin entered the room, holding a stack of documents. "Mr. Toichi will arrive at the club soon. Should we prepare to leave?"

"Yes," Tristan collected his thoughts and asked, “Is the contract ready?" "Everything is ready."

the trash and walked out, his ocean-deep eyes filled with a hint of anger. The assistant followed with the document

drove while Tristan sat in the backseat. His eyes were deep, lips

helpless, she felt too embarrassed to make a scene at the

entrance, and with resentment in her heart, turned and left. It wasn't her fault that the

Wells,

reporters were right in front of her. However,

relationship

share any details?"

curled into a slight smile, and she kindly looked at everyone before taking one of the microphones. The scene suddenly fell silent. Everyone was waiting for her to

wearing a smile on her face. His expression, however, was icy and his lips tightly pursed. "Dr. Wells, please tell us when you and Dr. Watson

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255