Tristan frowned and wanted to say something, but Linda's voice rang out outside the door.
"Tristan, she is just being hypocritical. She just got a few injections, as if no one has ever been pricked by a needle. In fact, Today is my birthday. Are you going to break your promise?" Linda held his hand.
Tristan looked at me with a complicated expression, "You should take good care of your injuries. We can talk about other things when you calm down."
The door was closed. I immediately called my secretary and told him to handle everything of my going abroad plan.
After I was getting on the plane, there was a huge sound of fireworks exploded all over the sky. More than a dozen drones performed in the sky in the shape of an arrow piercing a heart. The tallest electronic screen of the Goyle's Building showed the big words "Happy Birthday, Linda Writhe" to the entire Milan.
This century performance shocked everyone and people whispered around.
[What a domineering CEO! Tristan really loves his adopted sister!]
[It's so funny that I really want to see Airish's desperate look. It must be very interesting.]