Sugar Mommy's Gold Digger

"Dave, long time no see," Cynthia Shannon smiled as she handed over the invitation.

Tristan, seeing the invitation, flashed a meaningful smile. Considering Quinn family's status as the wealthiest in San Heith, being a top member at Forseby was nothing noteworthy.

Dave extended his hands to take the invitation, subtly scanning Tristan without leaving a trace. A hint of dark light flickered deep in his eyes. Lowering his eyelids to conceal his expression, he said, "You're too kind. Please, come inside."

Tristan seemed to understand Dave's meaning. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint, elusive smile. His arm naturally wrapped around her waist as they entered, and he leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Becoming a man worthy of Miss Shannon is not an easy task."

The glances from the people before suggested they considered him a sugar mommy's gold digger.

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "Scared now?"