Chapter 50. That Night

Tristan's POV

I was miserable as f^ck. Who invited Maggie here? It was strictly for the people on the list. David, Maggie and I were standing at the bar. I took a sip of my Scotch. I had to stay here at least until most of these people were gone. It was my idea for the exhibition. I scanned the room for my assistant. But I do not even see her. I tried looking for Elona too, but I didn't see her either.

A hand was now against my chest and I turned to see that it was Maggie and her claws. "Get your hands off me," I said through clenched teeth as I yanked her hand away from me.

"What is bothering you so much?" she asked.

"Give this woman a break, Tristan," David chimed in.

"I will be checking if my guests are happy." I excused myself because I didn't want to be here.