Hearing the unyielding command in his grandfather's voice, Tristan Sterling felt a surge of panic.
His grandfather had dominated the business world for decades, and his iron-fisted methods were enough to make anyone tremble in fear.
Therefore, every single word he was saying now was meant in earnest.
Tristan Sterling's brow furrowed, caught in a difficult dilemma.
"Tristan, save me, I'm begging you, save me... WAHHH..."
Vivian Linton cried so hard her body convulsed, a truly pitiful sight.
She appeared weak and pitiful on the surface, but her heart was filled with resentment and indignation.
'What is Tristan hesitating for?'
'A divorce versus my disappearance—is there even a choice to be made?'
'Shouldn't he choose me without a moment's hesitation?!'
'That old bastard's methods are so vicious. If he said he would make me disappear, he would definitely do it.'
'He loves me so much; could he really bear to never see me again for the rest of his life?'
