Hidden Agendas, Engagement

After leaving the private room, Cynthia unexpectedly ran into Robb.

"Miss, the master invites you to join him upstairs."

Cynthia subconsciously glanced at the manager of Le Meurice. The manager immediately broke into a cold sweat and instinctively looked at Robb.

Robb smiled and explained, "Miss, you should know that here, nothing can be concealed from the master."

Cynthia thought so too. This place was a property under her grandfather's name, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that everyone here was under his watchful eyes.

She followed Robb into the VIP private room.

However, what she never expected was to find Tristan sitting here, exchanging pleasantries with her grandfather.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise and gave Tristan a deep look, as if saying, 'What are you doing here?'

Tristan lowered his eyes, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes.

He calmly lifted the teacup and took a sip.