Chapter 24

Evelyn's face fell at his words. The model restrained herself only because this was Mr. Gray. Otherwise, she would've slapped him. Evelyn couldn't give up on a loaded man like Mr. Gray. Although he had a terrible temper, he was young, handsome, and generous.

"What are you talking about? Of course they are real."

Tristan was unamused.

"Like hell I would believe that." Then, he caressed her face and asked, "How much did you spend on your entire body?"

Whenever Tristan acted like a refined gentleman, anyone would think he was a saint. Conversely, he would give one hell once his mask was removed. Evelyn's face flushed in mortification, her eyes watering from the insult. Impatient, Tristan's smile faded, and his expression became indifferent.

"Whatever. Get out."

Evelyn looked like a kicked puppy. She grabbed her handbag and left quickly, not daring to stand up against Mr. Gray. After she was gone, Tristan subconsciously glanced toward the sofa. Zoey had fallen asleep with her head on Laure