Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1528

Chapter 1528: Tristan Is Decisive

After going upstairs, Kevin led Monica into Tristan's office. He was very courteous, "Miss Swain, please rest here for a while. Would

you like something to drink?"

"No need, no need, you go ahead and do your work!" Monica turned to look at him, gently saying, "You were right by his side when

he answered the video call just now, hurry up! Don't mind me!"

"Alright then, please make yourself comfortable. I'll take my leave first." Kevin turned and left.

The room's decor caught her attention. Tristan, being so young, had surprisingly good taste. The office's style mirrored his

personality, projecting a sense of stability and grandeur.

Back in the conference room, Tristan quietly asked Kevin, "Did you bring her up?"

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"Yes, I've asked her to wait in your office. She seems to have made soup for you." Kevin reported quietly, "By the way, | saw

Camille downstairs earlier. It seemed like..."

"What did she cfor?" Tristan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at Kevin. Hadn't they already finished discussing

business matters?

"She seemed to be giving Miss Swain a hard time." Kevin felt that it was necessary to report this since he was aware of it.

Upon hearing this, Tristan's expression darkened, and he lost his composure. In the middle of the ongoing meeting, Tristan pulled

out his phone and dialed a number. The authoritative aura he projected was rather intimidating.

At this point, the executives' discussions paused again, as no one knew what had happened. Shortly after, they heard Mr. Norwell

instructing the person on the other end of the phone, "Have Camille stay, | need to speak with her."

After ending the call, Tristan stood up and said to Kevin, "Please compile the statements of the executives and report them to me.

I'll leave first."

Kevin looked surprised as he watched Tristan's retreating figure. No one dared to stop him, but they all knew that Mr. Norwell had

changed since he started dating. He wasn't the workaholic he used to be; there were now more important people and matters in

his life. That was good, it made him seem more human.

Inside his office, Monica carefully placed the thermos bowl on his desk. Her gaze fell on his chair, and she could imagine him

orchestrating various plans from there.

Tristan went downstairs directly. A minute later, he was in a visitor's room. Camille, rarely having the chance to see Tristan, couldn't

help but confess her feelings directly.

"Tristan, I've admired you for years. Haven't you noticed?" she asked. "I love the scent of jasmine, and for our meeting, you had

someone spray my favorite scent. Isn't this indicative of your feelings for me?"

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"How long has it been? And you already have a girlfriend?" she continued. "What's the reason?"

"Tristan, do you know what I've done to be with you?" she questioned. "| even planned to move the company headquarters to

Arkpool City and buy property here. But now you're telling me, all this was justwishful thinking?"

"Yes." Tristan didn't have tfor her nonsense. He looked at her and said directly, "You've been wishful thinking."

He continued, "It was impossible between us before, and it's even more impossible now. I'm in a relationship, so please don't have

any illusions about me, and don't interfere with my life. If | find you bothering my girlfriend again, | will make you pay."

"..." The woman stared at him heartbrokenly. He didn't seem to be joking at all.

Tristan stood up, his gaze cold. "Go back. Don't look foragain. At least this way, we can still be business partners."

With that, he turned and left, taking the elevator back upstairs.