The Greatest Weakness

Max hesitated, "So, is this incident just going to be left alone?"

The power struggle between Hell and Tristan was fierce, and it was hard to say who had the upper hand. They were more like two kings who never confronted each other directly. This time, Hell discovered Miss Shannon's existence, and it would undoubtedly be used as leverage against Tristan. Moreover, Hell's men had harmed Miss Shannon, so letting him go like this would be a loss, wouldn't it? This also didn't align with Tristan's character.

Tristan supported his forehead with his right hand, lightly tapping his brow with his index finger. His pitch-black eyes, as if tempered with ice, were chilling and dangerous. In his calm tone, there was a hint of his arrogant nature. "What do you think I arranged for Carl Ford to leave for?"

Someone who harmed him naturally couldn't leave unscathed.

At these words, Max's brow twitched violently, silently sending a prayer for Hell in his heart.

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