Chapter 37. It Doesn't Have a Deadline

When Tristan left the building, the sky was quite bright. Some parents were taking their kids to school. He passed a flowerbed and saw some roses in full blossoms, like the faces of youthful ladies. His eyes could not help staying there for a few seconds.

The car was still there. Ed came out to open the door for him and said with his attentive smile, “Morning, boss.”

Tristan made a hum as a reply and got into the car.

Ed gave a secret glance at the rearview mirror and chuckled, “Boss, was it good? Feel like rain after a long drought?”

Tristan stretched his wrinkled shirt and seemed not to hear his words. After a while, he said suddenly. “She is used to speculating on others’ ill will.”

Ed paused to ponder and soon added, “It was not a smart scheme. One could easily see, though as if chained to another person.”

Ed pursed his lips. “Who cares! As long as it worked. Even if she knew about it, she could do nothing about it.”

Tristan didn’t agree