Holly Sinclair's heart leaped into her throat.
She didn't want him to know!
She didn't want any more complications with the divorce.
Just as Tristan Sterling's fingertips were about to touch the medical report, his phone suddenly rang.
It was Vivian Linton.
"Hello."
"Tristan, someone's wrecking my studio! Come save me... Ah!"
The call had just connected when Vivian Linton's panicked shriek came from the other end.
She hadn't even finished her sentence before the call was cut off.
Tristan Sterling's pupils constricted.
He immediately turned and left.
They weren't too far apart, and the private room was quiet, so Holly Sinclair heard Vivian Linton's cries.
Watching the man's retreating back as he left without a second glance, a cold smirk touched Holly Sinclair's lips.
'My heart is as still as water, long since numb. How nice. Vivian Linton's call came at the perfect time. I almost feel like I should thank her.'
