"Falling off wasn't the problem, but Attorney Sinclair saw it."
Ian Jacobs's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, and he quickly shook his head to defend himself.
"I swear it wasn't intentional! Mr. Sterling, it was an accident! The wind was too strong when the door opened, I didn't hold the folder steady, and the blueprints slipped out... I didn't even notice!"
Tristan Sterling chuckled softly, but the laughter lacked warmth and carried a hint of sarcasm.
"But I don't like accidents. They're inauspicious and clash with my fate. Just leave."
Ian Jacobs felt a sudden weight drop to the pit of his stomach, both anxious and frightened.
He knew Tristan Sterling was always cold and decisive, never going back on his word.
With things said this far, further explanations were pointless.
With trembling hands, he reached for the seatbelt buckle, preparing to get out of the car while already planning his next move internally.
