"Tristan knew Priscilla well. Although he had not seen her many times, he had studied this woman and even paid attention to her. At this time, he was just an assistant in the eyes of outsiders, but he did not expect that Priscila would come and greet him."
Things were getting more interesting now!
"Your Highness, are you greeting the wrong person? Sir Tristan is sitting over there."
"Tristan nudged the substitute not far away with his chin as he said this, and his lips rose slightly into a smile. He looked like a gentleman, but there was a trace of evil in his gaze, so Priscilla was stunned. Then she smiled and said, ""Well, I'm trying to make a toast with you. What's wrong? Are you not brave enough to do so?"""
"As Priscilla said these words, she could feel Laborn's sharp gaze boring into her as he was ready to rip her into pieces. Well, what could he do?"
The fact that he was her father didn't matter at all.