Chapter 215 Only this time, there was a shade of red in his eyes.
“Tristan, I...”
“You don‘t have to say anything. I was the now who caused you so much hurt back then.” He smiled
and continued, “But I will always treat you as my friend. If you run into any trouble in the future and
believe that I can be of help, just come to me without hesitation.”
Sylvia responded briskly, “Okay.”
Tristan turned and left.
He walked straight towards the exit of the venue and vanished into the outside world.
Sylvia compressed her lips into a line and sighed deeply.
Not far away, Simon, who noticed Tristan leaving, walked back to Sylvia‘s side again. “Sylvia, the party
is going to start soon. Let‘s go over and get something to eat.” “Alright.”
They walked to the section where the seating was arranged for the guests. Name cards could be seen
on every seat.
Coincidentally, Sylvia was placed at the same table as Odell and Tara. She was seated right opposite
Odell and met his gaze the moment she arrived.
She turned to a mutual acquaintance from the Art Association seated at the table next to them and
asked, “May I exchange seats with you?”
The man was startled.
The guests at Sylvia‘s table were all the most influential members of the industry. Who would ever turn
down such an honor to dine with them? Although the man could not comprehend why. Sylvia would
possibly want to change tables, he readily agreed.
Sylvia took a seat at the next table. It just so happened that it was the only seat that would allow her to
sit with her back facing Odell.
A dark look appeared in Odell‘s eyes upon noticing this. Tara was seated next to him and also noticed
Sylvia’s presence. She noted the change in Odell‘s expression. Since he disdained Sylvia so much,
shouldn‘t he be delighted that Sylvia removed herself? Why was it that he seemed even more upset?
Tara was very puzzled by this reaction and sensed a deep unease in her heart.
It was a very posh, late Victorian–themed party:
After everyone was seated for dinner, the organizers invited bands to play on stage, so the atmosphere
was rather lively.
Most of the people with whom Sylvia shared the table were members of the Art Association,
and there were a few familiar faces she recognized from her time in Glanchester.
Sylvia had very pleasant conversations with them. The party progressed smoothly and soon, they were
nearing its end.
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Sylvia had a lot to drink and needed to relieve herself, so she got up and went to the bathroom. After
she was finished with her business, she washed her hands and planned to return to her seat. That was
when she saw Odell standing in the dimly lit corridor. He leaned against one side of the wall with his
arms crossed in front of him, casting an icy look at her the entire while.
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She answered bluntly, “He left.” Odell‘s eyes flickered and asked, “Why did he leave?”
Sylvia wondered what did Tristan leaving have anything to do with her. She replied, “I don‘t know. If you
want to know, you might as well ask him yourself.” With that, she took a step forward and tpotted on.
She was going to move past him and head back to her table. As soon as she walked past him, he
suddenly shifted across the corridor. She felt something tugging at her wrist. Almost by instinct, she
violently shrugged his hands away from her. He stubbornly held onto her wrist, and in one rough
motion, swung her against the wall. His
statue–like figure pinned her against the wall and sealed off her path of escape.
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