Chapter 173 I Haven't Eaten Either

I'm not a guest," Tristan replied matter-of-factly. His gaze landed on Cressida's sketches. "As a partner, I'm here to check on the project's progress. Is that a problem?" That unshakable confidence left Cressida momentarily speechless. She stood, walked to the bar counter, and poured herself a glass of water. "The drafts will be delivered on time, and the quality will meet the Leigh Group's standards. So, there's really no need for you to trouble yourself with a personal visit." It was clear that Cressida wanted him to leave. Tristan picked up a discarded sketch from the table, casual strokes made by Cressida. They were rough and spontaneous, but full of energy. "You're better than I thought," he suddenly said. Drinking water, Cressida's hand froze mid-air. She looked at him, puzzled. "What?" He set the sketch down and turned toward her, sauntering toward her. "I thought I needed to step in, maybe send someone to clean up the mess after you have handled that clown, Natasha." H