Everyone froze, turning toward the voice.
When she saw Tristan Sterling's thunderous expression, Vivian Linton's heart sank. She scurried behind Evelyn Morgan in a panic.
She tried to make herself as small as possible.
She had a guilty conscience.
She didn't know how long he'd been there, and she wasn't sure if he'd heard her fanning the flames.
"Tristan, what are you doing here?"
Evelyn Morgan walked up to Tristan Sterling, her tone tinged with accusation.
"Holly Sinclair is my wife. What do you think I'm doing here?" Tristan Sterling's face was devoid of expression, his attitude frigid.
He then shot a chilling glare at the bodyguards. "Get out!"
The head bodyguard looked to Evelyn Morgan.
As the Morgan family's bodyguards, they naturally took their orders from Evelyn Morgan.
But Tristan Sterling's presence was so overpowering that they didn't dare make another move.
