Sara's hostile demeanor betrayed the frustration she felt.
If she couldn't finalize the cooperation project with Bolton Corporation, then Connor Group would face total financial collapse. Just the thought of that happening left her pale. Unfortunately, Mr. Bolton wouldn't even meet with her, instead choosing to see some important guests. Why today of all days?... And who on earth was that important guest? Clearly, he was important enough to warrant Mr. Bolton meeting them personally. If only she could meet with them, convincing them to partner with her company would surely lead to reaping great benefits. Unfortunately, she knew that was just her wishful thinking. The Connor family was at best an average clan, nowhere near the level of the Boltons, who were a top-level powerhouse. How could she ever have the opportunity to meet with those they considered important? Just then, Tristan walked into her office, a smug smile plastered on his lips. “Sara dear, you…” trailing off, he noticed Sara's demeanor which was anything but friendly at the moment. Sara, upon noticing his presence, let out a sigh. “You're back.” “What's up?... You look like you ate a pickle.” Tristan joked as he walked up to her desk. “How about we go somewhere fun, it should help to ease off the stress?” “I can't, I am supposed to have a meeting with the Bolton patriarch now,” Sara muttered. “Unfortunately, it got cancelled.” “How come?” Tristan raised a brow. “Something about meeting with an important guest.” Sara let out a heavy sigh. “What guest could possibly merit such caution from Mr. Bolton?... He can't even spare a moment to see you?” Puzzled, Tristan frowned. “With his status, who in all of Riverdale could make him drop everything?” “No idea. Mr. Coleman only said the last name was Reid.” Sara shook her head, clearly unsettled. Tristan's expression shifted, glancing at Sara who looked worse for wear. ‘Reid?... Could it be him?’ A fleeting image of Alistair crossed Tristan's mind but he quickly dismissed the fanciful thought. “No way.” Tristan instinctively blurted out while shaking his head, an amused smile emerging at the corners of his lips. How could the great figure Mr. Bolton is personally meeting, possibly be that good for nothing live-in husband who did nothing all day? It made no sense. Noticing his amusement, Sara felt offended. “What's so funny?” Tristan smirked. “Nothing really, just… listen, no need for you to feel bad that Mr. Bolton postponed your meeting. As far as I know, he is in Haven for two reasons: to find business partners and, more importantly, to seek medical help for his granddaughter. I heard she's terribly ill.” “Are you certain?” Sara asked with Tristan nodding. “Of course!... What do you take me for?... I know for a fact that he's going to be in Haven for a while, so you still have a chance to meet with him, and if you don't, well, that's still not a problem because I'm right here and I won't rest until you get what you want.” As he spoke, Tristan went on one knee and took Sara's hand in his own. He even messaged it a bit with an intimate look in his eyes. Sara instinctively pulled away as a bitter smile emerged at the corners of her lips. “There's no need for you to do that. Don't worry, I'll handle it myself.” Then, in a bid to change the topic, she asked softly. “Are you hungry?... Maybe we could go somewhere for lunch.” Tristan noticed her pulling away, leaving him quite displeased. In the past, Sara had always been big on her love language being physical contact, so she clung to him constantly, always wanting to be in his arms. Yet now?... Now she deliberately pulled away from him. Why? Was it because of Alistair?... that good for nothing? Letting out a sigh, he feigned a saddened expression while getting back on his feet. Noticing this, Sara asked. “What is it?” “Nothing really, just… I really miss your signature steak.” “You can't be serious, “ Sara chuckled. “No, for real,” Tristan replied. “Do you remember back in college?... You used to make it a lot when we started dating. I always looked forward to it.” Then, acting like he'd made the decision, he asked. “How about that? You make your signature steak.” Sara grew hesitant at this juncture, after all, back then, the reason she used to make the steak was to impress Tristan. But now…
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- Chapter 13: His name is...- Finding herself at a crossroads, Sara had no intention of leaving the gates of the Bolton residence without achieving something.So, gritting her teeth, she boldly pushed past the guards. “Mr. Donald, just give me a chance to explain, please.”Donald paused briefly before glancing back at her.Seeing an opportunity, she continued, her tone laced with desperation. “I know what I did was wrong and I wouldn't have done this if this meeting wasn't important. All I need is just a few minutes with Mr. Bolton and his guest, I'm sure they won't be disappointed with my business offer. If that can't happen, then at the very least, let me get their contact information. Please, just do this for me and I will never forget your kindness.”Sara knew she was taking a reckless gamble, succeed or perish, there was no in-between. But she had no other choice. Donald sneered. “You are quite the opportunist, Ms. Connor. You somehow managed to learn about my father's private business. You know I can punis 
- Chapter 12: No matter what- “Are you okay, Sara?” Tristan worriedly asked, noticing Sara's anxious state. “You look totally out of it.”“I'm okay.” Sara forced a smile.Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she seemed to finally make up her mind. Just as Tristan considered bringing up a topic for discussion, Sara suddenly remarked. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Tris.”“What?”“No matter what I HAVE to meet Caleb Bolton today. And if possible… the VIP he personally came to pick up.”Before Tristan could respond, Sara slammed her foot on the accelerator and sped towards the address Trina had given her.She had to get there first, before the Boltons' entourage. Twenty minutes later, the Bolton entourage was mere meters away from their destination, the Boltons' holiday home, when a black BMW M8 suddenly pulled up ahead, screeching to a Halt just before the gates of the grand estate.The car leading the entourage swiftly stopped to avoid a collision, causing the others to do the same.The Corvette also 
- Chapter 11: Mr. Bolton's esteemed guest- Impossible!Sara thought inwardly as she gripped the steering wheel of the car she was in tightly.The Bolton family was the overlord of Riverdale, their authority absolute.For its patriarch, Caleb Bolton, to act so respectfully towards Alistair was unimaginable.There was no way what she was seeing was real.If she weren't so far away, she would've reached out and wrenched the man around herself, just to see if it really was him. Noticing Sara's sudden stop and her stunned expression, Tristan asked worriedly. “Sara, you okay?... You look like you've seen a ghost.” Recalling she wasn't alone, Sara quickly turned to Tristan, her breathing uneven. “Did you see that?”“See what?” Tristan asked with a raised brow.“Look in your rearview mirror. The person across from Mr. Bolton… is that Alistair?”Sara's voice was urgent, tinged with slight panic. Tristan frowned, then glanced at the rearview mirror, but saw nothing.He asked suspiciously. “Sara, are you seeing things? It's empty.”He 
- Chapter 10: Roadblock- 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 
- Chapter 9: Tristan's vile thoughts- A heavy silence permeated the walls of the home that once belonged to Alistair and Sara.As Alistair finished speaking and turned to leave, Sara couldn't help but inwardly panic.In their five years of marriage, she had never seen Alistair so cold and indifferent.She was his wife, yet he acted like he didn't even care at all.Her heart wavered as he walked past her.Gritting her teeth, she turned and asked. “Where are you going?”Alistair stopped at the door but didn't bother turning to face her.“To meet a friend.” “What friend?” Sara snapped, unaware that Alistair had any friends.He was almost always indoors and hardly ever stepped out.Even on his cellphone, he didn't have any numbers saved, so where did this friend turn up from?Alistair icily replied. “That's my personal business, not yours.”Then, he opened the door and stepped out and the door slammed shut behind him.Sara's face darkened, fists clenched as she stared at the tightly shut door.How could Alistair slam the doo 
- Chapter 8: The wedding photo- 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 eyesore so I remove 
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