Chapter 131

“Let’s go.” Tristan stood up. “I’ll take you home. It’s cold up here. I don’t want you to get sick.” He extended his palm to Gabriella, who gratefully accepted it. Tristan removed his jacket, made Gabriella wear it, and zipped it up for her. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Izaak sat in his swiveling chair on the top floor of the Martinez Group Building. He lowered his head as he meticulously read the paperwork. He was going through pages of hundreds of documents as part of his daily routine. Unlike other days, when he sat with a serious expression, a faint and imperceptible smile crept across his lips unconsciously. When employees came to his office to report a mistake or other anomalies in the workplace, they were surprised at how calmly he handled the matter. He was unusually nice and friendly. Trevor sat on the sofa, observing the president's every move and facial expression. He had become as cold and unyielding as the alpine glaciers since his divorce. He never laughed or