Dragged into the Room

Seeing the gloomy expression on Tristan's face, Max and Carl grew increasingly cautious, as though afraid they might end up as collateral damage.

At that moment, Bald Eagle walked into the room. He had a displeased look on his face as he held his phone, a frown etched on his features, clearly frustrated, as if he wanted to squash a fly.

Since yesterday, he had been trying to get in touch with Cynthia, but with her stubborn nature, she had flatly rejected any attempt at communication, even going so far as to block him. And because it was Tristan who had led to this, Bald Eagle couldn't help but give Tristan a cold glance.

Seeing Tristan in a bad mood only served to make him feel a little better, though he couldn't resist mocking him. "Oh, what's with that long face this early in the morning? Did you get dumped or something?"