Tristan's anger was smoldering. It reflected on his face which was red with rage. His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched together as he continued looking at the package he received.
In just a brief moment, Tristan marched out of his study room in a hurry.
Bam!
He slammed the door so hard that it created a loud sound. The wall even shook a little from the force he applied to closing the door.
FaMo saw Tristan leaving his study room with a dark expression. He was clutching something in his hand as he walked out of the main door.
"Eh, what happened to him? Where is he going?" FaMo asked himself, watching Tristan's retreating back until he vanished from his sight.
Thinking that it was not too serious, FaMo just continued walking to their bedroom.
Meanwhile, Tristan left the mansion in a hurry. Since he had already recovered, he could drive his car now.
