NovelStartChapter 1185 Who Is She? "Excellent how?" The girl's eyes lit up and she seemed to admire Tristan.
Her father did often mention Tristan and she loved to hear stories about him. She had even seen photos of Tristan before on her father's phone.
He was tall and handsome, exactly her type.
He seemed to be a really capable and responsible man.
"Well, you have seen his photos. He's 6 feet tall and handsome." The girl smiled sheepishly.
The man continued, "But | love his quality more. He's good at his job, smart and sensitive. He's kind to everyone and | think he will make a great son-in-law." "Dad, do you think he will like me?" She tilted her head and asked expectantly, "What kind of girl will he like?" "Let's have lunch together first and you can get to know each other first," Mr. Swain said dotingly, "You're so perfect and you have so many admirers. Don't worry, he will definitely like you." Hearing this, his daughter was delighted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlthough she hadn't met Tristan, she had been admiring him. She even dreamed of him for days.
Zack soon arrived.
"Mr. Swain!" He hurried over, "Sorry to keep you waiting." In the box, Mr. Swain looked back, "Mr. Clarke, why did you calone? Where's your son?" "He will be here soon," Zack smiled, "I've just called him." "Mr. Clarke, nice to meet you!" The girl stood up and said hello. She smiled beautifully and brightly.
Zack had met her before and liked her, "Monica, you've grown more beautiful." "Thank you, sir," Monica Swain replied with a sweet voice.
"Well, take your seat. | will ask the waiter to serve the dishes." Monica looked over at the door, "Aren't we waiting for Tristan?" She was anxious and excited.
Zack replied, "I've sent him the address. He's on his way and should be here soon." Monica was delighted. She took out the mini mirror from her purse. Her makeup was perfect today.
The box was a classy one, the chandelier shimmering.
The wooden table smelled good.
There were authentic paintings of famous painters on the walls.
It was quiet and classy, a good place for talks.
Soon, waiters in uniforms served the dishes. Zack had reserved the room days ago.
The dishes were all exquisite.
Even the wine was whisky that worth tens of thousands a bottle. Zack treated him like an honored friend.
Downstairs, a Maybach was parked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTristan saw Zack's car at a glance. He got out of the car with Claire.
"I've been here before," Claire looked up at the tall hotel building, "It has great environment and it's expensive to have a meal here." She seemed to be familiar with classy occasions.
"Let's go," Tristan put his arm around her shoulder and was about to walk in.
"Wait!" Claire suddenly said, "I forgot my phone." She opened the door of the passenger seat and took her phone out of her pocket.
Tristan looked calm.
After closing the car door, Claire was stunned, looking at her phone, "Dr. Watson called me?" "Let's go upstairs first," Tristan rushed her, "We shouldn't keep them waiting." Claire then walked in with Tristan. She had intended to call Rowan back, but there shouldn't be an emergency since he had only called her once.
Maybe he was busy? Therefore, she didn't call back eventually.
It was exactly what Tristan wanted.
When the two of them walked into the private room, everyone was dumbfounded, especially Monica, who stood up in an instant, "Who is she?" She had a strong instinct and couldn't take it.
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