Chapter 504 Stop Dreaming (3)

She didn't come here to serve the man just now. The one who was to serve him not long ago was resting in the lounge. It seemed that he was not feeling well.

So she thought the man was very strange. She didn't dare to look up at him until the man raised his hand and said to borrow a pen and paper.

When she saw the man's white, slender fingers, she was stunned for a few seconds and immediately handed it to the man. She didn't dare to neglect it at all.

In fact, she had never seen this man before. She had only heard from the boss about his honorable identity that she dared not to set her mind at rest.

Perhaps the manager knew that it was not wise to offend this man. The former waiter used some vulgar means before, so he almost handed over himself.

Fortunately, the man had some connection with the owner of the coffee shop and gave some respect to the boss, so that he did not make things big.

Then she was pushed over because she had always been dull and didn't know how to speak or how to please others. Less words and less deeds had always been her tenet in life.

Tristan answered, "That's all."

"Okay, wait a moment, please." She took the paper. There was no expression on her face. Her heart started beating fast when she left the room.

Then she lifted the paper handed over by the man. The handwriting was very good-looking, vigorous and majestic, showing a majestic atmosphere. She thought that the owner who had written the words would not be ugly.

No, it couldn't be described as ugly, it should be beautiful.

After all, there was a saying that the hand-writing was like the appearance.

At least, both his voice and his hands were very beautiful. If she has to give a comment, he will at least get 99 points.

The atmosphere in the room was a little heavy.

Mark sat on the opposite side of the man consciously and didn't look at his expression. He lowered his head and tried to think about what he should say.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered that he was asked to come here by t

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

y gloomy eyes.

Tristan answered indifferently as he took a deep breath, "She is always the best in my eyes. No one can compare with her."

"……"

Was he really a man with such a serious, spoony face?

Mark was confused, "But..."

"That's enough. If I find you help another woman to get close to me next time, you can go to meet the God and be Cupid."

"… Are you threatening me?"

"Or what?"

Tristan asked in a calm and relaxed tone. Upon hearing this, the blue veins stood out on Mark's forehead.

"Okay, okay... Since you're so cruel, I don't want to say anything more."

Well, he would not help others in the future.

"I hope you won't do anything to Consuela. Besides, you don't need to spy on her under my name."

"…you...got... it?" Hearing that, Mark was stunned, while the color on his face changed. He didn't know what to say. He could only open her eyes wide to show his astonishment.

Tristan didn't know how to look at him this time, so he just turned his head and his eyes happened to fall on his hand. "It's hard to know."

He installed a positioning system on Consuela's mobile phone. As long as someone looked it up, he would be able to find out. But that woman didn't give the phone to Richie.

He didn't know if she didn't want Richie to know what was going on between them, or she was really breaking up with Richie.