Master Morgan's sharp gaze swept over the three of them.
The Morgan and Pierce families had been friends for generations.
And he and Tristan Sterling's grandfather shared a life-and-death bond.
It truly wasn't his place to interfere in the younger generation's affairs.
Master Morgan gave a faint hum and turned to leave.
Soon, only Holly Sinclair, Sebastian Pierce, and Tristan Sterling remained in the lounge.
The atmosphere grew rigid.
"Holly—"
"Sebastian and I are getting engaged today, but it's just a private family dinner. We haven't invited any guests. Mr. Sterling, please see yourself out."
Tristan Sterling had just opened his mouth when Holly Sinclair cut him off.
Her indifferent voice was like a sharp knife, plunging mercilessly into his heart.
Tristan Sterling's face went pale. He took an urgent step closer and cried out instinctively, "Holly, you can't get engaged to him! You love me!"
'She's mine!'
'She can't belong to anyone else!'
