Chapter Thirty seven

Tristan took a deep breath and grabbed Oliver’s arm, “Let him go.”

Oliver turned around to face Tristan and raised an eyebrow at him, “Why are you taking his side? huh? why are you taking the sides of someone who treated you like the dirtiest and lowest trash on earth?" Oliver tried so much to keep his anger in check, but the image of how he had seen them when he entered the compound kept haunting him, kept mocking his mind, fueling the anger coursing his veins.

Roth was now staring at the ceiling with the same bored expressions that he was wearing during the meeting. His nonchalance seemed to infuriate Oliver further.

Oliver shook Roth’s arm aggressively, “Did you fuck my boyfriend last night too? Because that’s the only thing you seem to know how to do.”

Roth’s face turned red instantly, but he still did not say anything. He pursed his lips together, glaring into Oliver’s eyes. Tristan knew the amount of self control it was taking Roth not to end Oliver’s entire career right then.