"Women like you are truly disgusting." Back in the suite, he hadn't drunk much of the wine that was brought in later; Gia Miller, on the other hand, had drunk quite a bit. It wasn't that he suspected anything was wrong, he just wasn't in the mood. Who would have thought that just closing his eyes for a moment would lead to this?
Unwilling to give up, Gia Miller grabbed Tristan Grayson's clothes. "Tristan, I really do love you. Please, just give me one chance, won't you?" 'She couldn't let Tristan leave. If he left this time, she would never have another chance.'
"Get lost! A piece of trash like you wants to compare yourself to Maggie or Mika? Why don't you take a look in the mirror and see what a mess you are." As he spoke, Tristan Grayson ruthlessly kicked her away. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Aiden Avery's number. Aiden's anxious voice came from the other end almost immediately. "Tristan, how are you?"
