On the Day I Was Kicked Out of the Wealthy Family, I Had a Flash Marriage with a Tycoon

Chapter 229: Right Before One’s Eyes

"I drank too much last night!" Jean Kensington explained. "I passed out at the bar, and President Sinclair was kind enough to bring me back."

Dean Lynch looked at the two of them suspiciously. "You two...?"

Jean Kensington immediately said, "Absolutely nothing!"

Tristan Sinclair said, "What? You thought I’d take advantage of your niece?"

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Dean Lynch’s face. "No, that’s not what I meant. I was just surprised that Jean was drinking with President Sinclair, and that she got so drunk." He then shot Jean Kensington a reproachful look. "Jean, how could you be so reckless?"

Jean Kensington’s lips trembled. "I know I was wrong." After a pause, she looked at Tristan Sinclair. "I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you, President Sinclair."

Tristan Sinclair glanced at Dean Lynch. "Don’t blame her. She was just in a bad mood."

"A bad mood? What’s wrong?" Dean Lynch asked Jean.

"It’s nothing. I just ran into Chloe Kensington and a few assholes."

Dean Lynch was left speechless.

Jean Kensington said, "President Sinclair, thank you for helping me out last night and for bringing me home. If there’s anything you need me to do, I promise I’ll do my best."

Tristan Sinclair watched her for a moment before saying abruptly, "Don’t get drunk alone in public again. Not every man is a gentleman like me."

Jean Kensington nodded. "Okay."

Dean Lynch said, "Go home for now. I’ll come see you later."

Jean Kensington: "Okay, I’ll get going then."

Tristan Sinclair remained silent. Dean Lynch handed her a set of car keys. "My car’s outside. You can take it."

"Okay."

After agreeing, Jean Kensington nodded to Tristan Sinclair once more before she left.

Dean Lynch followed Tristan Sinclair toward the study. "President Sinclair," he said as they walked, "I’m so sorry. Jean must have been a lot of trouble for you."

Tristan Sinclair stopped abruptly and looked at him, his expression serious. "Dean Lynch, you work for the Sinclair Group now. You need to have some backbone here in Crestfall. If anyone tries to bully you... don’t you dare embarrass me!"

"’Bully me?’" Dean Lynch was confused. He thought for a moment, then asked, "President Sinclair, was Jean not telling the truth? Did she really get drunk because of the Kensingtons?"

"Not entirely."

"Then why?"

After a moment of silence, Tristan Sinclair finally spoke. "I suppose it’s because of that scumbag who wronged her."

Dean Lynch echoed, "Scumbag?"

Tristan Sinclair: "What? Don’t tell me you don’t know who the father of her child is either?"

Dean Lynch was struck speechless for a moment, then he seemed to understand. ’Of course I know who the child’s father is. So far away, and yet so close. But he’s not a scumbag.’

Seeing Dean Lynch’s reaction, Tristan Sinclair said, "It seems you do know."

"I... I do. But it’s not what you think. He’s not a scumbag."

Tristan Sinclair scoffed. "Not a scumbag? What kind of man lets a woman have his child and then completely ignores them? Or is it... you’re afraid of him? Is he from one of the great families?"

"No," Dean Lynch said. "President Sinclair, this is Jean’s private affair. She doesn’t want anyone else to know, so it’s not my place to say anything more. I hope you’ll understand."

Tristan Sinclair’s thin lips pressed into a firm line. Without another word, he strode toward the study.

Dean Lynch’s fists clenched slightly as he followed him into the study.

Not long after Jean Kensington drove away from the Sinclair Residence, a red Porsche came speeding toward her. She instantly recognized the driver as Phoebe Sinclair. Judging by her direction, she must be heading to the Sinclair Residence.

Phoebe Sinclair noticed Jean Kensington as well and couldn’t hide her surprise. She hadn’t expected to see her here. The only thing in the vicinity was the Sinclair estate; there was nowhere else she could have come from.

At this thought, Phoebe Sinclair’s expression darkened. ’Is that bitch trying to seduce Tristan? She should take a good look at herself. How pathetically ambitious.’

’Even though Tristan has usurped everything from the Sinclair Family for now, I’ll get it all back sooner or later. A bitch like Jean Kensington can forget about getting a single penny from The Sinclair Group!’

The two cars quickly passed each other. Jean Kensington was in no mood to pay her any mind; her thoughts were consumed by the image of Tristan carrying her into the residence last night. Even though she couldn’t remember it, she could vividly picture the scene.

’I just don’t understand why.’

’Why would Tristan do something like that?’

’He clearly hates having women near him, especially a drunk one.’

At the gate of the Sinclair Residence, Phoebe Sinclair’s car was stopped. Suppressing her anger, she rolled down the window. "I need to see my brother. I have something important to tell him. Let me in."

The bodyguard said, "I’m sorry, Miss Sinclair, but I can’t let you in without President Sinclair’s permission."

Phoebe Sinclair’s face turned livid. "Then go tell him I have something important for him. It’s about the woman he’s been looking for."

After a moment’s hesitation, the bodyguard said, "Alright. Please wait."

The bodyguard didn’t have Tristan Sinclair’s personal number, so he could only call the head butler and ask him to relay the message. A short while later, the butler called back, telling the bodyguard to let Phoebe Sinclair in.

Only then did the bodyguard open the gate.

Phoebe Sinclair drove into the estate and was led to the study by the head butler.

Tristan Sinclair’s dark eyes bored into her as he demanded, "Phoebe, you know about that incident?"

"Yes," Phoebe said. "I know. And I also know you’ve been looking for that woman."

"Were you involved in this?" Tristan Sinclair’s voice was filled with a chilling coldness.

Phoebe immediately said, "No, it had nothing to do with me! What good would it do me? I just found out by chance."

"Who is she?" Tristan asked.

Standing to the side, Dean Lynch looked outwardly shocked, but his heart was in his throat. ’How could Phoebe possibly know who was there that night?’

Phoebe Sinclair paid no mind to Dean Lynch, speaking directly to Tristan. "Let Mom and Dad come back, and I’ll tell you who she is!"

Hearing this, Tristan suddenly laughed, his tone dripping with mockery. "Do you really think some strange woman is that important to me?"

Phoebe shot back, "If she isn’t important, why have you been searching for her all this time?"

Tristan: "To find out her motive, of course. To eliminate any future problems. You want to use her to bargain with me? You don’t have what it takes."

Phoebe’s expression changed drastically. She bit her lip, saying nothing.

Tristan’s gaze was sharp as he spoke again, his voice cold. "Phoebe, you’d better not try to play any games with me. Tell me. Who is she?"

Dean Lynch’s palms began to sweat. He stared at Phoebe without blinking, trying to guess if she really knew the truth or if she was just bluffing.

After a long silence, Phoebe finally said, "If you don’t let Mom and Dad come back, I’m not telling you anything. You’ll never find out who she is. She’s afraid of you; she won’t ever come looking for you on her own... Or, I could tell you if you restore my position at The Sinclair Group."

Tristan sneered. "In your dreams. It sounds to me like you miss your mother. Perhaps I should send you abroad to be with her? Then you’ll never have to come back to Crestfall again."

At his words, panic flashed across Phoebe’s face. "You... By what right!"

Tristan replied, "By the right that I can. And by the right that I’m the one in charge of the Sinclair Family now!"