novelraw Chapter 205: Don’t Blame Me for Being Ruthless
Chapter 205: Don’t Blame Me for Being Ruthless
Chapter 205: Don’t Blame Me for Turning on You
Tristan Sterling set down his wine glass. His long fingers traced the rim as the dim light played across his handsome, chiseled features, leaving his dark eyes inscrutable.
"So?"
Zion Alden watched him with his narrow eyes, a dark, knowing smile playing on his lips. "She’s not like other women. There’s a wild streak in her, which makes conquering her all the more thrilling." As he spoke, his eyes glinted with an insatiable greed.
"Don’t you want to try?"
Tristan Sterling picked up the nearby bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass, his expression unreadable. "You want to work with Julian Jennings?"
Zion Alden chuckled sinisterly. "I’m just dangling the bait. If he takes it, won’t that be the perfect opportunity for us to get rid of him?"
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Tristan Sterling’s thin lips. "Is that so? Or are you just trying to sit back and reap the rewards while we do the work?"
Zion Alden paused, his smile fading. He adopted a serious expression. "Tristan, we’re in the same boat now. Why would I plot against you? Besides, is there anyone in this world who could actually get the better of you?"
Tristan Sterling glanced at him sideways. "Come here."
Zion Alden looked at him and leaned closer.
The next second—
CRACK!
Tristan Sterling smashed the wine bottle hard against Zion Alden’s head.
Wine splashed everywhere.
Zion Alden cried out in pain and clutched his head, blood instantly seeping through his fingers.
An ear-splitting scrape of a chair against the floor followed.
Tristan Sterling pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and, with the calm, refined air of a nobleman, wiped the blood from his hand. He tossed the handkerchief to the floor, his gaze cold as he looked down at the man clutching his head in agony.
"Zion Alden, I’m warning you. I, Tristan Sterling, am not someone you can afford to use. Don’t try any of your little tricks on me, or you can’t blame me for turning on you."
*
That night.
Rachel Royce didn’t go to David’s manor. Instead, she and Thomas Sterling returned to the villa they were renting. Zion Alden had already received the restraining order, and since he still needed to make use of Julian Jennings, he wouldn’t be bothering her for the time being.
Julian Jennings had to stay in the hospital for one more night, with Miles Sheldon watching over him.
Her phone had been repaired.
After dinner.
Rachel Royce went back to her room to rest.
「The next day.」
Rachel Royce went to the office, only to learn that the other party had sent over the share transfer agreement the day before, but someone sent by NS had taken it.
Rachel Royce recalled what the man had said that day. The contract was clearly in Tristan Sterling’s possession.
’Tristan Sterling must know I left, but he hasn’t called at all since yesterday.’
She took out her phone and dialed Tristan Sterling’s number.
The call connected quickly.
The man on the other end didn’t speak.
Rachel Royce asked, "Tristan Sterling, do you have my share transfer agreement?"
Tristan Sterling replied, "If you want it, come get it yourself."
"Never mind," Rachel Royce said.
With that,
she hung up and contacted the person in charge at the other company. She apologized and asked if they could send a new copy for her to sign, or if she could go to their office to sign it in person right away.
But the other party apologized, saying they couldn’t issue a new contract and hoped she would sign the original one within three days.
Rachel Royce could tell it wasn’t that they couldn’t issue a new one. Someone had clearly arranged this in advance—and who else could it be but Tristan Sterling?
Since they had put it that way, she couldn’t force the issue.
"Alright, I understand."
After hanging up,
Rachel Royce sent Tristan Sterling a message asking for his address.
Tristan Sterling quickly sent her an address. It wasn’t the villa. Judging by the address, he was at Silvercrest Headquarters.
Thomas Sterling had come to the office with her today.
When he learned she was going to get the contract from Tristan Sterling, he drove her over.
「Forty minutes later.」
The car arrived at the base of the skyscraper.
Rachel Royce and Thomas Sterling got out.
Inside the lobby,
they needed keycard access to go upstairs.
Rachel Royce called Tristan Sterling again to tell him she had arrived.
A few minutes later,
someone came down to get her.
"Miss Evelynn, please follow me."
As the two of them followed the staff member toward the elevator,
he suddenly said, "Sir, please wait here. Mr. Sterling only requested for Miss Evelynn to come up."
Thomas Sterling froze.
Rachel Royce looked at him and said, "Thomas, you should wait for me here."
’Tristan Sterling isn’t Zion Alden. He won’t do anything to me.’
Thomas Sterling nodded. "Okay."
Rachel Royce followed the staff member upstairs.
When they reached the office,
the staff member knocked on the door.
After hearing a response from within,
the staff member opened the door.
Rachel Royce stepped inside. The office was spacious and bright, with a panoramic view overlooking a cluster of towering skyscrapers that made up much of the city. The sight exuded an inexplicable sense of pressure.
She looked at the man sitting behind the desk, his features cold and stern, projecting a detached confidence as if everything was unfolding according to his master plan.
Rachel Royce took a silent, deep breath and walked forward.
Tristan Sterling didn’t look up, not even once.
Rachel Royce stopped and looked at the man. "Where is my contract?"
She tried her best to remain calm and avoid confronting him.
All she wanted now was to get the contract, sign it, and be done.
Tristan Sterling still didn’t look at her. His eyes remained fixed on his computer screen as he asked in an interrogating tone, "Give me one reason why you’re selling your shares."
’As I expected, he’s not going to just hand over the contract.’
She answered, "My career will be focused back home from now on, so I can’t oversee the operations of the company here. That’s why I decided to sell my shares and let a more qualified company take over. The management team won’t change, which will ensure the company continues to operate profitably and won’t harm NS’s interests."
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Hearing this, Tristan Sterling finally looked up at her. "You decided to sell your shares unilaterally, without notifying NS beforehand. I have reason to suspect that you did not take the collective interests of NS’s shareholders into account."
For an internal share transfer at a company like KU, a written notice was usually sufficient. As long as it didn’t affect the company’s overall operations, an in-person meeting wasn’t necessary. The truth was, KU wasn’t even a significant asset in their eyes.
But Tristan Sterling was clearly making things difficult for her on purpose. He didn’t want to let her off easy.
She suppressed her impatience and said, "I apologize. You’re right, I wasn’t thorough enough. President Sterling, are there any other documents you need to confirm? I can have someone send them over for your review right now."
Tristan Sterling stared at her, his dark eyes filled with a scrutinizing gaze.
Being watched by him made Rachel Royce feel as if she were stripped bare before his eyes, and a wave of discomfort washed over her.
After a long silence,
he lowered his gaze and said, "Go make me a cup of coffee."
Rachel Royce didn’t move.
Tristan Sterling looked up and glared at her. "What are you standing there for?"
Rachel Royce looked at him and asked, "President Sterling, what will it take for you to give me the contract?"
Tristan Sterling replied, "It depends on my mood."
"So, is President Sterling in a good mood or a bad mood right now?"
"Given your current actions and attitude, do you think I’d be in a good mood?"
Rachel Royce’s nerves tensed.
’So this is all because I left without permission yesterday. He’s deliberately making things difficult for me now.’
"Tristan Sterling, what do you really want?"
"Didn’t you hear what I just said?"
Rachel Royce didn’t move. Instead, she took her phone out of her bag, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and made a call to Melissa.