Chapter 220 Femme Fatale

The moment Tristan's phone reconnected to the network, the screen buzzed violently. Cressida glanced over. The incoming call lit up the screen with the name Mr. John Willow. Tristan didn't even glance at it. He silenced the phone and let it buzz on the coffee table. Time and again, the screen lit up, only to go dark moments later. "Answer it," Cressida said, breaking the silence. "You can't run from this forever." The phone finally stopped, but Cressida knew it was only temporary. "I have nothing to say to them," Tristan muttered. He stood and walked to the bar, pouring himself a glass of water. As she watched him walk away, the headlines about the merger she had just read on her tablet kept replaying in her mind. Tristan and Kaitlyn were the perfect power couple, and she was nothing more than an inconvenient mistake in their flawless world. "Is it my fault?" Cressida asked bluntly. "Are they threatening you with the merger—" "Cressida," Tristan interrupted, setting his glass do