"That woman has nothing to do with me. She insisted on interning at the company through a project with the Grant Family and repeatedly found excuses to get close to me. Later, I had the security escort her out, and I never let her set foot in the door again."
"Oh."
She lowered her head and continued eating, chewing quietly as Vivian Sinclair responded softly, her tone still indifferent.
But inwardly, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The chopsticks between her fingers relaxed slightly, and her tense shoulders followed suit, dropping down.
It turned out that he didn't treat relationships as casually as she'd imagined.
At least...
He didn't genuinely accept that woman.
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In the evening, the night was deep.
Outside the window, the city lights twinkled like stars.
Tristan Sterling leaned back on the living room sofa, his long fingers quickly typing on the laptop keyboard.
Vivian Sinclair sat at a desk not far away.
