Tristan Xavier was genuinely freaked out.
He glanced at Vincent Vance beside him, but he still couldn't calm down.
Who was Damian Xavier? The president of S.H. Conglomerate. A man with influence in both legitimate and illicit circles, someone who could single-handedly shake up all of Crestfall. In all the time Tristan had known him, he'd never seen him smile like that.
He was acting like a schoolgirl who'd just gotten a giant apple from her first crush.
Didn't he just get stabbed?
And *this* was his giant apple?!
"Young Master Xavier, what are you doing staring at that mess of bandages?"
That bandage was wrapped so unprofessionally.
This made Tristan even more certain that it must have been wrapped by some quack.
'How could a quack be Damian Xavier's private doctor?'
'They can't even bandage a wound right. What is this garbage? And they even tied a butterfly bow.'
'So unprofessional. Did this quack have a schoolgirl's heart or something?'
