A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Kate arrived at Tristan’s office. She had heard about the magnificence of Chasin headquarters, but when she saw it personally, she was still shocked.

When she got there, her driver called Tristan. Tristan wanted to speak to her. Kate put the phone to her ear and heard him ask, “Do you want to come up to see where I work?”

Kate paused a little and said okay.

A few minutes later, Tristan’s secretary led her to the building. Not to mention the majesty and modern style of the lobby, even the guards were all tall, handsome, and imposing.

Taking the VIP elevator to the top floor, the secretary opened the office door for her and then left. Kate walked in and saw Tristan sitting at his executive desk, with a phone in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He wore only a black shirt, without a tie, with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his firm arms.

That was what he looked like at work, Kate thought.

Then she started to regret coming up here. She had been trying to avoid him, so why had she come up here to have more contact with him?

Tristan saw her and nodded, pointing around the room, and went on with his call.

She knew he meant to ask her to look around as she liked.

Kate had no idea what an office should look like for a person on his level. She felt the room was huge but seemed to lack decoration. There was a shelf on one side of the wall that displayed all kinds of trophies.

Kate curved her lips. She walked over to see each of them. She turned back to look at Tristan, Outstanding Young People of the year. She shook her head. If there was a selection of morbid people of the year, he deserved to win the first prize.

She went close to the French windows and looked out. The view was broad and magnificent. She tried to identify the landmark buildings of the city. Looking down, the streets were like small ribbons, and the cars and people were like ants. She felt excited at the view.

She heard Tristan talking about something she didn’t understand at all, and she caught a glimpse of him rubbing his temple. Looking down to the street again, she suddenly felt cold for him at this high altitude.

She turned to her side and found there was another door. She pushed it open gently and found it was a lounge—a bed with snow-white sheets. Driven by an unknown force, she walked in and scanned the room with her sharp eyes.

“What are you looking for?” Tristan’s voice from behind made her taken aback. She was embarrassed, like a thief being caught picking a pocket.

Tristan looked at his watch. “We should go now.” He walked to the wardrobe and pulled open the door, “Come here, pick a tie for me.”

Kate walked over stiffly. The contents of the wardrobe were close to what was in the villa cloakroom. As Tristan was waiting, she pointed to one randomly. And he asked, “Any other ones?”

So she pointed to half a dozen more. Tristan selected one from her choices and commented, “Good choice.”

She felt awkward as well as amused. What did he mean by good choice?

They descended down on the panoramic lift for the visitors. Kate closed her eyes and felt the speed of their descent. He asked, “Have fun?”

She shook her head without thinking.

He laughed lightly. She added, “It is not a place to have fun.”

Tristan smiled, “It is my playground.”

Kate opened her eyes and gave him a glance with the corners of her eyes. She felt sorry for this man. As she was thinking, the lift had arrived on the first floor. When she walked out of the lift, she waved her hand in front of her face to flick away the bizarre ideas.

Tristan’s car drove slowly into a gate of a big luxurious house huddled between the city’s mountains and beach. The dinner party was held here.

An SUV was driving on the other side of the city, heading downtown. Jimmy was reflecting on the scenes that had happened just now.

He went to a remote seaside village earlier today. He found the address that he took great effort to get. It was a fisherman’s house. A man in his forties was sorting out his fishing net and the gears to be used on his boat.

He heard the sound of the car and saw Jimmy walking down. His eyes showed some alertness, and he asked in an unfriendly tone whom Jimmy was looking for.

Jimmy noticed he had only two fingers on his left hand. He spoke as politely as he could, “I am from the city criminal police. I wanted to learn some information from you.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I heard you were working in LA Customs as a porter. Why did you quit?”

The man waved his crippled left hand, meaning he could not do it anymore.

Jimmy showed surprise intentionally and asked, “Could you tell me how that happened?”

The man continued his job without lifting his head, “Crashed by cargo.”

Jimmy paused a little and then asked suddenly, “Do you know Jack Pardey?” He saw the man’s hand jerk a little. Jimmy added, “He was my coach, my teacher.”