Alistair noticed the triumphant look in Tristan's eyes. There was a time he may have tried to get Sara to see how she was destroying their marriage by her actions, but now? Well, now, maybe he couldn't care less. Forcing down the bitterness rising in his chest, Alistair didn't want to waste time arguing. But Sara seemed even impatient that he was as she remarked. “So what is it?... Why did you call me here in such a hurry?” “At least sit down first.” Alistair calmly said. “For God's sake, just spit it out!... Don't you know I'm not like you, sitting around doing nothing all day?... I have an important meeting with the Bolton family soon and I can't afford to waste my time on trivial matters!” “Trivial?” Alistair raised a brow, a bitter smile etched on his lips. So that's what she thought of him now? Someone idle, insignificant? Even meeting with him counted as a trivial matter to her? Fine. Swallowing the rage and bitterness rising within, Alistair slid the divorce docu

After giving Caleb the address of Cherry's Cafe, Alistair hung up the phone and let out a light sigh. When he first came to Haven, it was not only to avoid his arranged marriage, but also to secretly gather strength and uncover the truth behind his parents' ambush and assassination. This was also why he had kept a low profile for such a long time. It was also why he had acted quietly behind the scenes, helping Sara's Connor Group navigate its bankruptcy crisis and securing her foothold in Haven’s business circles. Yet perhaps it was precisely because of his silent efforts that Sara overlooked him, seeing him as insignificant. And with Tristan Cole's recent return to Haven, Sara seemed to finally reveal her true nature, growing increasingly impatient with him. At the thought of this, a wry smile tugged at the corner of Alistair's lips, but his gaze only grew firmer. Over at the Bolton manor, Caleb Bolton, frantic as he was, didn't even bother with any fancy arrangements as h

Before Sara could decide how to respond to Tristan, she heard a disappointed sigh escaping his lips. “Doesn't seem like you are interested in it like I am. Well, it's fine, you don't have to cook if you don't want to. Let's just eat out instead.” Sara immediately softened. She couldn't bear to see Tristan upset, so letting out a sigh, she remarked. “Alright.” “Hmm?” Tristan raised a brow. “I'll make the steak.” “For real?” Sara managed a smile. “Absolutely.” “You're the best!” Tristan excitedly said as he took her hand and pulled her close before taking a casual photo, which he uploaded to Instegram. Sara chuckled as she asked while pulling away. “Why the sudden photos?” “I just feel like recording every moment we spend together. It's way too beautiful not to immortalize, no?” Tristan gently said, even adding a playful wink. Sara shook her head in amusement. “You can be so extra at times.” Then, she picked up her bag and keys. “Wait for me at the entrance, I'll head t

Sara couldn't understand why Alistair behaved the way he did whenever Tristan was around. Sure, Tristan was her ex but they had long since parted. There was no reason for Alistair not to accept Tristan as a friend, after all, she still had a good relationship with him. So, as far as she was concerned, it was Alistair's narrow-minded viewpoint that stopped him from seeing things her way. “I see.” Tristan nodded, a faint smile emerging at the corners of his lips. Sara didn't notice this as she led him into the living room. Once inside, she quickly noticed that it looked emptier for some reason. Furrowing her brows, she looked around before pausing at a wall, the same one that once held a wedding photo. Noticing its absence, she frowned. Just then, Alistair walked downstairs with a small bag. “Where is it?” She asked while pointing at the now-empty wall. “What?” Alistair raised a brow. “Our wedding photo. I remember it should be hanging on that wall.” “It was an eyesor

The reason for the blockage quickly became clear as Sara and Tristan laid eyes on more than a dozen Maybachs, lined up across the entrance road.In the midst of these cars was a custom-made Corvette that screamed opulence, its exterior modified with the best of what money could buy.The car was surrounded by large bodyguards who radiated an intimidating aura while looking very well-trained. Awed by the sight at first, it didn't take long for Sara to be infuriated by the scene.She was in a hurry to meet with Mr. Bolton but now this was surely going to delay her.Just as she was considering stepping out to complain, she noticed that she wasn't the only one forced to wait.There were several luxury cars from reputable brands belonging to notable figures, ranging from wealthy tycoons to senior government officials, in the city, also waiting quietly on the side, with none of them daring to step out and complain about the roadblock.Common sense dictated that, after seeing such a shocking