"If You Lose, You'll Come With Me Tonight"

"What?" Tristan raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Isaac.

Isaac took a puff of his cigarette, his expression serious as he examined Tristan, "I think you've been put under a spell."

In Isaac's impression, Tristan had always been rational, able to remain clear-headed and composed in any situation. However, ever since meeting Cynthia, it was as if he had been drugged.

First, he had wiped out the ninth branch of Ford family for Cynthia, regardless of disturbing the outward calm. Now, he was spending six million to snatch something from Miss Joplin's hands, just to make her smile.

Tristan's gaze toward Cynthia was filled with an unconscious infatuation. His lips parted slightly, speaking indifferently, "Maybe."

He had long realized that Cynthia had a formidable influence on him.