Chapter 537: Chapter 537: Mika Summers VS Tristan Grayson (37)
Aria Joyce wasn’t one to simply endure things, nor had she ever been the type to let herself be wronged.
All her tolerance and indulgence toward Tristan Grayson was simply because he was the man she liked, the man she loved. That was the only reason she had been so good-tempered.
But now, Tristan Grayson showed her no courtesy at all, kicking her out of the car. Even when she confronted him like this, he still insisted she get out. Her eyes reddened with anger. She glared furiously into Tristan Grayson’s eyes and demanded, "Tristan Grayson, what on earth did I do to you? Why have you been treating me like this lately?!"
’The Tristan of the past, even when he was cold, had rarely yelled at her. But ever since Mika Summers returned—ever since she appeared—he had completely changed.’
"I’ll say it one last time. Get out of the car!" As for Aria Joyce, "annoyance" didn’t even begin to cover what Tristan Grayson was feeling toward her right now.
Aria Joyce acted as if she hadn’t heard him and continued to ask, "Tristan Grayson, tell me. Are you deliberately treating me this way because of Mika Summers?"
"Heh..." Tristan Grayson pursed his lips into a cold smirk, pulled the key from the ignition, got out, and slammed the car door shut.
’This Aria Joyce is so fucking annoying!’ he thought. ’No wonder my wife gets angry just seeing her. It makes perfect sense.’
Seeing Tristan Grayson get out of the car, Aria Joyce hurriedly followed. She shouted at him as he walked down the street, "Tristan Grayson, our families are about to be joined! Do you really have to treat me like this?"
Tristan Grayson had only taken a few steps down the street when he hailed a taxi, ready to leave.
When Aria Joyce saw that Tristan Grayson would rather take a taxi than give her a ride, her whole body trembled with anger. She stomped her foot hard, held back tears, and walked toward her own car parked nearby.
Once in the taxi, Tristan Grayson called Ian Shaw, telling him to come to the Grayson residence at once, take his car, and sell it.
On the other end of the line, Ian Shaw was in bed with a woman and just about to get to the good part when Tristan Grayson’s call interrupted him. He suppressed the urge to kill someone, and after listening to the call, he couldn’t hold back his cursing. "Tristan Grayson, you fucking bastard, can you not bother me this early in the morning?! Can’t you give me a little private space? If I end up with ED one day, are you gonna fucking take responsibility for it?!"
Listening to Ian Shaw’s cursing, Tristan Grayson’s expression didn’t change. He just casually glanced at his watch. Seeing that it was already past 12 p.m., he sneered and said with a wicked smirk, "Miss Joyce wanted to treat me to a meal and discuss a collaboration proposal."
The moment he heard "Miss Joyce," Ian Shaw rolled off the woman. He picked up a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, lit it, and said teasingly, "Tristan Grayson, tell me, how did a half-cripple like you get so damn lucky that a woman like Aria Joyce would fall for you?" Ian knew what an arrogant, confident, and beautiful woman Aria Joyce was. He really couldn’t understand how she could have fallen for Tristan Grayson.
"Heh. I’m calling because I want you to keep Aria Joyce occupied for me. My wife and I are getting married soon, and I don’t want her making my wife angry again. You like her, don’t you? Go ahead and pursue her. For the near future—no, from now on—it would be best if I don’t see her again."
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