Chapter 284 Do You Want Him to Die?
Tristan's icy gaze flicked up and landed on Ryan, instantly shutting him up.
With a frosty tone, Tristan said, "She's not going."
After a bit, Ryan couldn't help but try again, "Synergy Global Corporation is a mess right now. How can you even think about going to the club? Aren't you worried..."
"What?" Tristan cut him off. "Worried you won't make money with me? Then you better find someone else."
Ryan was left speechless.
He watched as Tristan changed into a suit and walked out of the hospital room.
Today, Nicholas and Saskia had each invited their own friends, many of whom didn't know each other. To avoid any awkwardness, they decided to invite them separately.
After attending Saskia's wedding, Katniss hadn't left the house. Saskia had called her several times before she finally decided to come.
After all, once her belly got bigger, she wouldn't be able to go out.
Besides her, Matilda, and Benjamin, there were a few of Saskia's old friends, making a group of eight.
They met at the entrance of a fancy private club, and Saskia led them to a pre-booked private room.
As soon as the door to the private room opened, the smell of smoke and alcohol hit them, and the room was filled with men talking and laughing, with Nicholas holding a microphone and goofing around.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Saskia and Nicholas were particularly noticeable. After a while, Nicholas put down the microphone and came over, asking in a low voice, "Saskia, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean?" Saskia shot back, "This is the private room I booked."
The waiter, still holding the door open, asked in confusion, "Aren't you two together?"
Upon hearing this, Saskia slapped her forehead. "I used Nicholas's membership card to book the room."
Coincidentally, Nicholas had also reserved a room here, so the club staff assumed they were together and only opened one private room for them.
"Saskia, we are so in sync; it's almost too much." With that, Nicholas glanced at Katniss beside Saskia and stepped aside.
Tristan was hidden in a dimly lit corner, his eyes glowing faintly, and his chiseled face showing an inscrutable expression.
His long legs were slightly bent and crossed, and the cigarette between his fingers burned slowly, enveloping him in smoke.
"Isn't he still in the hospital?" Saskia had decided to invite people separately to avoid such awkward situations.
Unexpectedly, despite all precautions, it still happened.
"I thought he couldn't come because he was in the hospital, so I just called him, and he was the first to arrive." Nicholas paused and added, "He looks terrible, but he's having a great time with those rich kids, like a different person.""Then..." Saskia glanced back at Katniss and said, "Let's find another private room."
The waiter quickly chimed in, "Mrs. Kennedy, there are no more private rooms available."
"Alright, let's go somewhere else then." Saskia didn't hesitate and started to pull Katniss away.
"Hey, Saskia, why are you leaving now that you're here?"
"Yeah, we didn't get a chance to toast at your wedding, and now we finally have the chance. You can't just leave."
A few rich kids rushed out of the private room, blocking Saskia and half-pushing, half-pulling the group back inside.
After dealing with those people, Saskia turned around to find Katniss and Matilda already sitting in a corner.
The other socialites who were close to Saskia were already mingling and playing with the rich kids they knew.
Unable to leave, Saskia walked over to Katniss with some guilt and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen."
"It's fine," Katniss said, her expression unchanged as she deliberately ignored the intense gaze coming from a certain direction.
She and Benjamin didn't say much, acting like they weren't very close, especially with so many eyes on them.
Unless Saskia brought up topics from their school days, there was little conversation.
In the corner, Tristan was being flattered by the other rich kids, who included him in every topic and fun activity.
He accepted the offered cigarettes and participated in various games, the cigarette perched between his thin lips never leaving his mouth. Seeing his completely indifferent demeanor, Saskia felt a blockage in her heart and couldn't help but take out her phone to introduce men to Katniss. "You're not getting any younger, and it's time to think about marriage. Look, there are plenty of well-off men here, tall, short, fat, thin, whatever you want."
She really had a lot of photos on her phone, collected earlier to find a groomsman for Katniss.
Nicholas, fearing it would provoke Tristan, tried to stop her.
Yet Tristan didn't seem to care, smoking, playing cards, and having fun.
Saskia just wanted to vent on Katniss's behalf, and Katniss allowed her to do so, seriously looking at the photos she displayed.
Occasionally, Katniss would comment, "This one is not bad, looks reliable. Hmm, that one is okay, seems honest. This one is not good, hard to get along with."
The atmosphere on this side became somewhat tense, while the people playing games with Tristan gradually fell silent.
Only Tristan, smoking, shuffling cards, his deep eyes cold.
The veins on the back of his hand were particularly prominent.
Katniss's light-hearted replies masked a serious message, and Tristan could tell; each word struck him like a knife to the heart.Tristan stubbed out his cigarette and grabbed an open bottle of alcohol, pouring it down his throat.
The liquid dripped down the corner of his mouth, across his chiseled jawline, over his sexy Adam's apple, and soaked into his white shirt.
"Fuck!" Nicholas jumped up and shouted, "Are you out of your mind? The doctor said no alcohol! It could kill you!"
He rushed over to grab the bottle from Tristan's hand, but Tristan dodged him.
The bottle was empty, and Tristan casually tossed it on the ground, staring intently at Katniss. "What right do you have to be picky? A woman who only cares about money. Just pick the richest one and marry him. Isn't that your sense of security?"
"I need to pick a smart one, so he doesn't end up like some people, spending money and getting emotionally involved, making it hard to break up." Katniss shot back, her eyes cold as she looked at Tristan.
Suddenly, Tristan stood up and walked out of the dim light.
His long, straight legs wrapped in black trousers brought him in front of her, and he raised his hand to tightly grip her chin.
He leaned down, his eyes blazing with anger, as if he were about to devour her whole.
"Indirect insults? Katniss, your mouth is quite sharp. I wonder if you can still be so tough in the face of money," Tristan remarked.
His actions stunned Matilda, and when she came to her senses, she quickly grabbed his wrist, trying to make him let go of Katniss.
But Tristan turned his head, and the coldness in his eyes made Matilda instinctively let go.
Saskia quickly said, "Tristan, are you crazy? This has nothing to do with Katniss. Can't you solve the Forbes family's problems on your own?"
The strong smell of Tristan's smoke made Katniss uncomfortable, and with her jaw tightly gripped, she couldn't speak.
Her eyes reddened, but she fearlessly met Tristan's gaze.
He seemed to ignore everyone else's words, his eyes reflecting her stubbornness, and he said softly, "Like money? Be with me, be my mistress for life. You can spend as much money as you want, as much as you need."
Tristan's head tilted slightly, revealing a clear slap mark on his cheek. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, his long eyes narrowing slightly.
"Tristan, calm down!" Nicholas rushed over and hugged Tristan, forcibly pulling him away.
Tristan's gaze was fierce, as if he was about to strangle Katniss the next second.
He was forced to release Katniss's chin, and she was thrown onto the sofa with a violent shove.
Saskia and Matilda quickly helped Katniss up, checking on her condition.
"Are you okay? Katniss, are you feeling unwell?" Matilda wanted to ask about the baby, but with so many people around, she couldn't say it out loud.Katniss shook her head at Matilda, then stood up and stared at Tristan. Nicholas's rough handling had touched Tristan's wound.
Tristan's white shirt had a patch of red, but he didn't struggle. He let Nicholas's hand press on his wound, his long eyes fixed on Katniss.
"Tristan, can't you handle it? Do you really need me that much? Fine, as long as you pay, I don't care. If it's not you, I'll find someone else." Katniss's lips moved, each word piercing Tristan's heart.
Nicholas couldn't help but shout, "Katniss, you're too heartless. Do you want him to die?"
"Of course not." Katniss adjusted her coat and said indifferently, "It would be a shame for such a generous benefactor to die."
"Saskia, get her out of here, now!" Nicholas felt he could barely control Tristan, shouting anxiously.
Seeing Tristan's dark expression, Saskia feared he might kill Katniss right there. She grabbed her bag and, with Matilda, hurriedly took Katniss out of the private room.
Everyone in the room witnessed the tension between the two.
After Katniss left, Nicholas let go of Tristan and immediately wanted to take him to the hospital upon seeing the blood on his shirt.
"No need. I won't die." Tristan tugged at his tie, sat back down on the sofa, and continued smoking and drinking.
His face gradually turned pale, but sitting in the corner, it was hard to notice. After he actively eased the atmosphere, the room became lively again.
Yet Nicholas, fearing Tristan couldn't hold on, dispersed the crowd early and forcibly took him back to the hospital.
The evening ended on a sour note, with Nicholas grumbling all the way home. The incident from the short one-hour gathering quickly spread.
At that time, Travis was arguing with Ivy about a bet.
"Why didn't you let me agree?" Travis felt terrible thinking of Tristan publicly calling him a 'coward'!
Ivy replied, "Travis, don't be impulsive. This might be Tristan's scheme. The key is we need to stabilize Eudora now."
She was mainly worried that Eudora might cause problems at a critical moment. She could tell Eudora liked Tristan.
Betting everything on Eudora was risky; if Eudora changed her mind, they would surely lose.
After calming down, Travis sat on the sofa, contemplating. There were many ways to control Eudora.
But figuring out Tristan's true intentions was difficult.
Almost dying for a woman and neglecting the company, was he truly fallen or just putting on a show?
Suddenly, Ivy's phone rang. She turned and answered it, and within seconds, she hung up with a joyful expression, saying, "Travis, good news."
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