Chapter 420 Coat

"What the f… What did you do to get that kind of money, Faith?" Tristan's voice was a mixture of shock and anger as his eyes locked onto the screen. 

His disbelief deepened when he saw the source of the funds—Ross Oakley.

"Did you… Did you suck Ross's cock or something? Or maybe you let him fuck you! Is that it?" Tristan's voice rose, his emotions spiraling out of control. 

The sight of the stunning $500 million transfer clouded his judgment, pushing his thoughts to the worst possible scenarios.

Faith's eyes widened, hurt and anger flashing across her face. 

"Lower your voice, Tristan, and get out." Her voice was sharp, trembling with the sting of betrayal. 

"I thought you knew me better after all these years, but clearly, I was wrong. Get out!"

Her raised voice was like a slap in the face, a cold splash of reality that made Tristan pause. His anger faltered as guilt crept in.