Born at the Peak

Tristan said nothing, but his cold and calm gaze seemed to have said everything.

Jimbo was caught off guard as his eyes met Tristan's. He had already thought of where he might be buried.

"Tris..." He stiffly tugged at his lips and waved at Tristan.

Tristan's sharply defined face was like a layer of ice, his indifferent gaze as if looking at a dead person.

Just when Jimbo's mind was filled with the thought "It's over, I'm done for," Cynthia slowly woke up. She lifted her eyelids and subconsciously scanned her surroundings, mumbling softly, "Have we arrived? Why didn't you wake me up?"

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the few people standing in front of the car. "Why is everyone here?"

Could it be that something else happened?

From several meters away, Cynthia's gaze just so happened to meet Georgina's.

In Georgina's eyes, there was a mixture of envy and jealousy towards Cynthia.