For a moment, Vivian Linton's expression faltered.
'Why is Connor Grant so concerned about Holly Sinclair?'
'Was this Tristan's idea?'
Vivian Linton subconsciously glanced at Tristan Sterling again.
But the man's expression was as indifferent as ever, his composure undisturbed.
'It wasn't his idea, then.'
'It must be Connor Grant acting on his own, thinking that since Holly is Mrs. Sterling, she still has some value.'
'A man like Connor Grant is the epitome of a sycophant, a classic opportunist.'
'He wants to curry favor with everyone and offend no one.'
"Oh dear, look at me. I can't believe I forgot about Holly."
Since things had come to this, Vivian Linton could only force a smile and casually order an employee, "Quick, go to the restoration room and ask Miss Sinclair to join us."
The employee took the order and left.
A flash of venomous resentment crossed Vivian Linton's eyes.
Soon, Holly Sinclair arrived.
