Chapter 93
I rose from the piano bench and made my way toward Tristan. Feeling nervous, my palms were sweaty, and my chest tightened uncomfortably.
I knew I couldn’t afford to lose my composure under the circumstances. If I did, it would look bad on me–and Tristan as well.
As soon as Tristan spotted Jameson, he raised his wine glass in acknowledgment and offered a smile that concealed a hidden meaning.
Then, he called to me gently, “Wyn, come over here.”
The composed expression on Jameson’s face instantly darkened. He looked at me in disbelief. By then, I had already reached Tristan’s side.
Tristan gestured for me to take his arm. He then looked at Jameson, who looked extremely shocked, though a faint smile still lingered on his lips.
“Wyn, don’t worry,” he reassured me.
I fought to control my rising panic and nodded instinctively. It was impossible not to feel anxious, but I knew deep down that I could trust Tristan.
I knew he wouldn’t invite Jameson over to embarrass me or provoke him without reason. There was a purpose behind Tristan’s actions. As for how others interpreted it, that didn’t concern him at all.
Sure enough, after the initial shock, Jameson’s expression turned dark. “Mr. Zook, did you really need to do this?”
At that moment, Mr. Bloom approached with a chuckle. “Jameson, you’re here. You know, young people need to socialize more. That way, they won’t act so rashly when making decisions.”
The moment I heard Mr. Bloom’s words, everything clicked into place. Not only was Mr. Bloom in on it, but he was also the middleman in hosting this dinner.
Everyone else looked in our direction.
Tristan remained calm as he linked my arm with his. “Mr. Brown, Wyn and I have known each other since childhood. You could say we were childhood sweethearts. Unfortunately, because of various circumstances, I missed out on ten years of her life.”
My grip on his arm tightened. I felt the need to say something but couldn’t bring myself to.
Jameson sneered in response. “So what?”
He looked at me with contempt. “Wynonna, you’ve really sold yourself to another man, haven’t you? You’re not like the old you anymore.”
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I chose not to respond to his provocative accusations.
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Tristan interrupted Jameson, saying, “Mr. Brown, I’m not finished.”
Jameson’s mocking expression faded, and he coldly replied, “Fine. Go on.”
Tristan’s smile didn’t waver for a second. “What I wanted to say is that I missed out on ten years, but I’m not going to let that happen again. So, Mr. Brown, it’s time for you to part ways amicably. Let her go.”
Jameson let out an unamused laugh, but his laughter gradually grew louder.
Even though he was laughing, they never reached his eyes. There was only fury within them. I had never seen him like this before. Even Xandra who stood beside him looked
uneasy.
When his laughter died down, his expression was dark and dangerous. “Mr. Zook, what you’re saying is that even though Wynonna is still my wife, you intend to take her from me?”
The crowd around us looked unhappy. They were not just ordinary people; they were some of the most influential figures in the business world.
Regardless of what really happened, for Jameson to make such a blatant remark was not only unwise but also disrespectful. He was tearing every shred of civility, making the situation one that was difficult to recover from.
Still, Tristan remained as composed as ever and didn’t even bat an eye at Jameson’s remark. He smiled politely and replied, “Mr. Brown, you’re mistaken. Wyn wants to divorce you, and she is currently hiring a lawyer to draft an agreement.”
Jameson’s voice dropped dangerously low. “Are you threatening me, Mr. Zook?”
“No, I’m merely informing you,” Tristan responded. Then, he held my hand and turned to the crowd.
He addressed the room in a respectful voice. “Gentlemen, all of you have known me since I was a child. You’ve watched me grow up, and I deeply respect each and every one of you as esteemed figures in our business community.
“As such, I’d like to declare with utmost sincerity that I am truly in love with Ms. Wynonna Lambert.”
