The banquet hall fell silent, and for some reason, the dance music stopped. Everyone turned their attention toward the entrance. Tristan Sherwood stood rooted to the spot, pondering for a full half-minute. The surrounding guests wore expressions of deep amusement. One man confronted by two women—this could definitely be considered The Asura Field. It was a rare spectacle, and they were determined to watch every second of it.
Vivian Morton, who had initially felt a bit flustered, suddenly gained confidence when she saw Tristan remain silent for so long. She let out a cold snort. She knew it. He hadn't brought her along and wasn't answering her calls because he was definitely sneaking around behind her back. And now she had caught him red-handed, hadn't she?
