Chapter 231

Tristan knocked on the door. It was Keith who opened it. He blinked in surprise. "Mr. Reid?" Tristan didn't stop. He walked right in. "Which floor?" Keith quickly replied, "Second floor, left side, second room facing the sun. Boss has probably turned in for the night." Tristan paused for a second. "Yeah. He's been tossing and turning waiting for me." Keith's lips twitched. That... sounded kinda off? While he stood there trying to process, Tristan had already gone upstairs. A second later, Keith heard the door close and felt a chill—was this supposed to be one of those late-night guys-only games? Inside, Tristan undid his coat and settled into the rattan chair like he owned the place. Karl wandered to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a butterfly corkscrew and opening a ridiculously expensive bottle of red. He glanced back. "Want a glass?" Before Tristan could respond, Karl snorted. "Oh right, forgot. You're driving." Tristan crossed one leg over the other, looking relaxed and a bit arrogant