Chapter 139: Not Worthy of Her
In this world, could there really be someone who looks more like Tristan than Xavier, his biological brother?
More importantly, Harriet knew him.
Harriet walked up to Griffin, who was wearing a casual suit. "Griffin, what are you doing here?"
"I have my own connections." Griffin gazed at her intently. "Harriet, you've grown up. You're beautiful."
Harriet had been pretty since childhood, but compared to back then, she had shed her innocence and naivety. Not only had her face become more delicate and radiant, but even her every gesture exuded an air of nobility and elegance that made her stand out in any crowd.
"You're handsome too." Harriet smiled brightly. "I remember when we were kids, we always imagined what we'd be like when we grew up. We both thought we'd become doctors."
"You're already an excellent doctor, but I betrayed my original dream."
"Let's just let those bad things go." Harriet moved closer to him and lowered her voice. "Today's event is a good opportunity. Since you're here, make more connections. In today's society, it's all about connections."
"Alright, I'll listen to Harriet."
Top floor surveillance room.
Through the comprehensive surveillance cameras, Tristan watched every move the two made, his face already very dark.
"Mr. Lancaster," Ryder reminded him, "you should go downstairs."
"No rush." Tristan took a sip of red wine. "My wife is busy catching up with old times. She hasn't had enough yet."
Ryder fell silent.
He suspected Tristan had masochistic tendencies—clearly angry, yet still insisting on monitoring Harriet's every move.
"How's the investigation I asked you to do coming along?" Tristan suddenly asked.
Ryder quickly reported, "I've sent people to investigate thoroughly in Mrs. Lancaster's hometown. No news yet."
"Hurry up!"
"Yes."
After chatting with Griffin for a while, Harriet was called away by Flora to chat with some wealthy ladies.
Actually, most of the wealthy ladies present knew Harriet, but they all looked down on her. Not one of them took the initiative to talk to her.
Because Tristan was no longer the CEO of the Lancaster Group. Not only that, he had been completely blacklisted by the Lancaster Group. His new company was struggling—calling him a stray dog wouldn't be an exaggeration.
People are realistic. They didn't need to spend time and energy cultivating a relationship with Harriet, this Mrs. Lancaster.
Harriet had never liked socializing, so having no one pay attention to her was exactly what she wanted.
Plus, Flora was well-connected. Many people, out of respect for Flora, didn't kick Harriet while she was down—they just ignored her.
"Flora, why haven't I seen your ex-husband?" someone asked. "I heard he was turned away at the door."
Flora didn't care at all. "You said it yourself—ex-husband. His affairs have nothing to do with me."
Harriet was genuinely happy for Flora. It seemed she had truly let go.
Someone asked curiously, "With the Coleman family's status, he should be qualified to attend today's banquet."
Flora's face showed undisguised pleasure. "The consortium boss has sharp eyes and knows that kind of person doesn't deserve to come."
"That's true. Nash transferring assets like that was really underhanded."
Harriet listened absentmindedly, occasionally turning to look toward the entrance.
She and Tristan were husband and wife. They'd definitely have to stand together later, or everyone present would have all sorts of speculations.
But she hadn't figured out how to face him yet.
As she pondered this, there was suddenly a commotion at the entrance.
Harriet turned her head and saw Tristan walk in with one hand in his pocket.
He wore a tailored black suit, his presence powerful like a deity, more dazzling than the light from the giant crystal chandelier overhead.
The next second, their eyes met in mid-air.
"Harriet, Mr. Lancaster is here. Go quickly." Flora urged her.
Harriet was hesitating whether to go forward when she saw Griffin walk up to Tristan. After saying something, the two of them quickly left together.
Harriet's heart sank. She immediately put down her wine glass and wanted to follow them, but was bumped by a server. The red wine on the tray spilled on her dress.
"How can you be so careless?" Flora quickly came to help. "Harriet, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." When Harriet looked up again, the two had already left the banquet hall.
After Griffin led Tristan to the adjacent hall, Tristan asked calmly, "What advice does Mr. Wallace have for me?"
Griffin turned around, a hostility completely at odds with his gentle temperament flooding his eyes.
The next second, a fist slammed hard into Tristan's face.
Caught off guard, Tristan took the punch and his body crashed into a nearby table.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, turned to look at Griffin, and said with a half-smile, "Was that for Harriet?"
"She's your wife, and you dared to let her go to jail for another woman?" Griffin grabbed the front of his shirt and demanded, "Tristan, how could you bear to hurt her like this? Don't you know you could ruin her entire life! If I hadn't just heard people gossiping about her, I wouldn't have known that after marrying you, she's suffered so much!"
"Your heart aches for her?" Tristan's lips curved. "If you care about her so much, why did you disappear? If you hadn't disappeared, she wouldn't have had to marry me, right?"
"What kind of talk is that!"
A cold glint flashed in Tristan's eyes. The next second, he pushed Griffin away and threw a punch back at him!
Griffin staggered back two steps, barely steadying himself.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared coldly at Tristan."Tristan, you're not worthy of her at all!"
"Is that so?" Tristan laughed coldly. "Too bad, even if I'm not worthy of her, it's not your turn, because she's my wife now. So I'd like to ask—what gives you the right to question me?"
Griffin's hands slowly clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.
The door was suddenly knocked on, and Ryder walked in. "Mr. Lancaster, the banquet is about to start."
Tristan withdrew his gaze and turned to leave directly.
Harriet went to the restroom to clean up, but the wine stain remained on her dress.
She wanted to go straight home, but Flora held her back. "Don't you want to meet the consortium boss?"
"Looking like this, it's too disrespectful."
"We might not even get to talk to them, but at least we should see what they look like, right? After we've seen them, we'll leave together."
"Okay."
Harriet hadn't forgotten her purpose for coming today—to see if she could help Tristan somehow.
Back in the banquet hall, Harriet didn't push forward, standing far back instead.
The next second, her shoulder suddenly felt heavy.
Harriet turned her head and saw a black suit jacket draped over her shoulders, carrying Tristan's unique crisp scent.
Tristan adjusted the jacket for her. "How did you get yourself in such a mess?"
"It was an accident." Harriet immediately noticed the bruise at the corner of his mouth. "What happened to your face?"
Tristan didn't answer.
On stage, the host picked up the microphone to speak, so Harriet didn't continue asking.
After some pleasantries, the host got to the point. "Today's banquet is to announce that our Apex Global Group is officially entering Emberfall. However, due to our group's boss being unwell, he cannot attend today's banquet. But today, I want to formally introduce to you all our new executive CEO. Please welcome the CEO and CEO's wife of Apex Global Group."
Thunderous applause filled the room.
Harriet was about to clap along when Tristan took her hand.
The next second, he led her forward by the hand.