"Tristan!"
The moment Vivian Linton saw Tristan Sterling, her anger instantly morphed into a look of pure anguish.
She was a master of changing faces, her expression shifting in a heartbeat.
She threw herself at him, grabbing Tristan Sterling's arm and deliberately tilting her head up just so, making sure he saw the red handprint on her cheek.
Then, looking as if she'd suffered the world's greatest injustice, she buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. From an angle Tristan couldn't see, she shot Holly Sinclair a gloating, triumphant smirk.
'Those three slaps from Holly Sinclair won't be for nothing.'
'Tristan will definitely stand up for me!'
'Playing the victim in front of Tristan never fails.'
"What are you doing here?"
Tristan Sterling's sharp brows furrowed slightly, his expression unreadable as he looked at Vivian Linton.
Vivian Linton froze.
He didn't even seem to feel sorry for her. In fact, his tone held a hint of accusation…
