Chapter 110 What Do You Want

The atmosphere in the private room instantly froze. Cressida's mind went blank for a moment. She had anticipated many possibilities, but never did she expect that Tristan would guess so quickly and accurately what actually happened. He even knew about K. How much else did this man know that she didn't? "You're so funny, Mr. Leigh." Cressida's voice sounded calm without a trace of emotion. "I'm just a disgraced daughter cast out by the Ashworths without even a place to live. How could I possibly have the connections and resources to know some top-notch hacker?" She painted herself as the weakest and most harmless person. It was a disguise she had long mastered. "Is that so?" Tristan smiled faintly, but it was hard to tell if he believed her. "Perhaps." He got up and straightened the front of his suit jacket. "Julian will handle the contract and payment. I shall take my leave." Without saying anything else, he left the private room. It wasn't until the heavy door shut behind him,