Her Gaze Upon Me

Upon returning to the company, Max strode directly into Tristan Ford's office.

Tristan lifted his gaze, and from the depths of his pitch-black eyes, a dagger-like intensity pierced forth, carrying a fierceness that could rend heaven and earth.

Max felt his heart constrict as the man's eyes settled upon him. His hands, hanging by his sides, involuntarily clenched into fists. He sensed the heavy atmosphere that surrounded Tristan and couldn't help but take a deep breath, hesitating for a moment.

He cautiously spoke, “Sir, I just saw Miss. Shannon at the police station.”

Indeed, upon hearing the three words ‘Miss. Shannon', coldness crept into the corners of Tristan's brows.

He set down the pen he had been using, “Is she there on official business?”

Observing Tristan's indifferent demeanor, Max, though inclined to tease, understood the gravity of the matter involving Miss. Shannon.