"Be my guest..." Archie Summers squinted, a dangerous smile playing on his lips as he stepped aside to let Tristan Grayson pass.
Just as Tristan Grayson reached the doorway, Archie suddenly moved to block the entrance again. He glanced down at his watch and sighed with feigned regret, "My, my... It's gotten so late... Midnight already... Mika is probably asleep by now..."
At Archie's words, Tristan Grayson took another step forward, closing the distance between them. His voice was utterly frigid. "You dare to mess with me?"
Archie's smile didn't falter. "I wouldn't dare. It's just that Young Master Grayson has come at a bad time. How about you come back tomorrow? Prepare some lavish gifts and you can take Mika home bright and early."
"Heh... When I, Tristan Grayson, decide to take my wife home, no one can stop me!" Saying this, Tristan Grayson took another step forward.
