Julian's smile widened and his words grew more arrogant. "Tristan Sanders, you've been suspended. What right do you have to eat here? Shouldn't you be going home to await the investigation?”
Regaining my composure, I turned to Wanda and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She paused slightly, a complex gleam flashing in her eyes before she frowned. “I will never bend the law for personal gain—not even for my fiancé.”
Although it was a perfectly legitimate procedure, it was obvious I did nothing wrong. However, because of Julian's accusation, I was replaced.
Truly ridiculous!
Absolutely laughable!
I stopped insisting, stood up with a cold face and walked out—but Wanda chased after me.
"Tristan!"
"Let me explain!"
She grabbed my hand.
I turned to look at her and remembered how thrilled she’d been when I secured the company’s first partnership deal.
"Tristan!"
“You’re amazing! You’re my savior! Without you, the company would’ve gone bankrupt next month.”
That night, Wanda got drunk. As she leaned against my shoulder, she murmured, "Meeting you is the happiest thing that has ever happened to me!”
"From this moment on, if anyone tries to bully you, I’ll be the first to stand up for you!”