Tristan knew only one thing. The woman in front of him was the one he had loved for so many years. No matter what kind of relationship she had with William, he still wanted her.
If he hadn't left Crista and come back late, she would have been his woman instead of William Ding.
However, that changed nothing. He didn’t know what Crista was thinking, but he still wanted her to be his woman.
William was sitting on the black leather couch while Martin and several men in black were standing towering over Bert, who was kneeling on the ground. All the men had weapons in their hands. On the ground, Bert looked like a mouse caught by a fierce cat. Several bruises were on his face. "Mr. Ding, I promise I’ll pay you back. I'm trying to find a way. Please give me a few more days." He begged and hoped William would spare him a little mercy. "Bert, have you forgotten the conditions we made?" William asked in a harsh
"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I’m stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him. Only then would you have admitted, right? B*tch!" Sally sneered. "You're even flirting with each other in public. How could you tell me that I’m misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?" Sally’s eyes darted towards the cake on the table. "I'll let you eat it then!" As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Crista's face. All the cream got stuck on Crista's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone. Crista didn't know how to react after this. She just sat there in a daze. "B*tch, don't let me see you again!" Sally pushed on her chest hard, then turned around and left. There was cream all over Crista's face. She quietly stood up, painfully aware of everyone’s gaze on her, then left the restaurant. Walking on the road i
Crista clenched her phone tightly. She couldn't answer it in front of William, nor could she keep the phone with her. ‘I'm sorry, Tristan,' she apologized silently in her heart. Before William could understand what she was about to do, she threw the phone towards the wall. It crashed on the wall and fell on the cold marble floor. The phone stopped ringing at once. She had broken the phone! Along with their relationship! She stared at the broken phone with teary eyes. She had no other choice. "Good." William then turned to his subordinates. He waved his hand dismissively. "Let him go." Crista asked Bert with a wavering voice, "Dad, are you okay?" "What do you think? Do I look okay to you? If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't have ended up like this!" Bert snapped sharply. "Dad, let me take you to the hospital!" Crista walked up to him to help him up, but Bert pushed her away. He glanced at William and denied her immediately, "No,
William glared at the disheveled woman in front of him. "Do you think you have a say in this?" William still couldn’t understand why was she pretending to be innocent? "I know this is not up to me to decide anything, but you can't do this to me." Crista felt nauseous as the effect of alcohol kicked in. Her stomach twisted as she leaned against the wall. "Then what do you want? Are you not satisfied with one man? Do you want several men at one time? Huh?" William gritted his teeth. He was now frustrated with her. She was the only one who dared to touch his tolerance limit. She was testing his patience over and over. "I can do anything for you, but I don't want to stay here. I will do other jobs and make money to repay you." He just wanted money, didn't he? Then he should not care how she made money. "Mr. Ding!" Carla opened her mouth. She looked at the stubborn woman named Cristine and wondered what if she was scheming a plan to
"Don't go. I'll take you out of here, away from this damned place!" Before Crista could say anything, Tristan pulled her into his arms once again. He couldn't bear to see his beloved woman suffer like this. She didn't even answer her phone after she disappeared. It turned out that William had kept her strictly under house arrest. But Crista shook her head. She couldn't leave at all. If she ran away, it wouldn't be just she who would suffer the consequences. She should be grateful that she wasn't sexually assaulted or beaten black and blue by William's subordinates. "Stan, you should go back. I want to stay here. Go back to Miss Yu! You'll be happy with her!" 'I will just be a burden to you. I'll only bring you trouble,' she thought deep down. William must have known that Tristan was there that day, so he asked for her to bring wine to Tristan on purpose. "Chica!" Toby watched as she withdrew from his grip with sorrowful eyes. He knew that she
"What do you think? Mrs. Ding, are you satisfied?" said a voice from behind Crista. It was William. She turned to face him. Her expression was wary. "Mr. Ding, what do you want?" "What do you think?" William said softly, moving closer to her. He lifted her chin, tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "I can return to the entertainment club. I can keep washing dishes," Ayla offered. Brian shook his head adamantly. "No. You don't have to go back. Your sweetheart has spent a lot of money to get you out of that place and allow you to continue being Mrs. Ding. Do you want to let him down?" She said nothing. William added, "So from now on, you live here. Get used to it." He stepped back and turned away from her, walking into his own bedroom, which was the master room on the other side of the hallway. As soon as he closed the door behind him, Crista walked inside her room. She gazed at the pretty purple bed sheets, the gauzy beig
"It's not what I think?" said Cristine sarcastically. "You're unbelievable! If you don't want to give me money, just say so! I can't believe you're being so selfish and ungrateful. After all those years we spent raising you and taking care of you!" Cristine knew her little sister very well. While Crista didn't get anything from the Jin family, she believed she was still indebted to them. "I really don't have money," Crista said unhappily. Even as she spoke, however, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. William had entered the room. How long had he been standing there? How much had he overheard? "You're back," she blurted out. She was so surprised that her grip on the phone loosened, and it fell to the floor. William frowned. "What's wrong? Are you short of money? Who is trying to borrow money from you?" He walked quickly forward and grabbed the phone before she could pick it up. He looked at the number displayed on the screen. Crista snatche
Crista stared at him unhappily. "If you don't want me to go out, then stop me! You make all the rules, don't you? It's up to you whether I can leave or not!" "Good," said William coldly. "You understand what your situation is." He was sure that Crista and Tristan's meeting at the school this afternoon had been the first time. After today, Tristan probably wouldn't be so blatant anymore, even if he wanted to see her again. Meanwhile, Tristan went to see Sally. She met him at the door of the villa. "You're back! Where have you been? I called the company and they said that you left work early today." "I just had something to deal with," he replied evasively. "Why? Is anything wrong?" Sally did not want to mention Tristan and Crista's relationship. She preferred to pretend as though nothing had ever happened between them. "No, I just missed you," she said brightly. "I thought you might be coming