Patience

Inside the car, the man's gaze was fixed on Cynthia Shannon.

However, Cynthia seemed completely oblivious, lowering her head and playing with her phone, occasionally tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear.

"Shall we have lunch together tomorrow?" Tristan Ford suddenly spoke up.

Cynthia pondered for a moment. "I'm afraid I can't. I have something important to take care of tomorrow."

Hearing her response, Tristan instantly understood that she intended to personally attend the bidding meeting in the south of the city tomorrow.

"Then... another day?" Tristan furrowed his brows, looking at her.

Cynthia nodded. "Sure."

Before she could finish her sentence, the car suddenly slammed on the brakes forcefully.

Cynthia was caught off guard and fell forward, but luckily, Tristan quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, firmly protecting her in his embrace.