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---- drive you crazy in five minutes!" They both laughed, and the tension melted away. They chatted while eating, the conversation flowing more easily with every minute. After dinner, they moved to the living room and had tea together. The housekeeper came in and out, cleaning up. "Mr. Black, Mrs. Black, I've unpacked all the luggage. I'll clean the kitchen and then head home." That time, the slip of the tongue was completely unintentional-it just came out naturally. Tristan couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, thank you." Olivia didn't even bother correcting her this time.

She finished her tea, pretending to stay calm, then stood up. "Tristan, get some rest. I'm heading back to the office." Tristan walked her to the door. "See you at the party tonight." After closing the door, he turned back to the kitchen and said to the housekeeper, "The gift box by the entryway is for you. Don't forget to take it when you leave." The housekeeper's eyes lit up. "Thank you so much, ---- Mr. Black!" She had no idea what she'd done to deserve it, but the gift box looked expensive. His driver had carried it in earlier, and it was clearly full of luxury supplements.

Tristan shoved his hands in his pockets, whistled, and strolled back to his room. He just couldn't help it. He was in a great mood. That night, outside Silverton's hottest club, Tristan had just gotten out of his car when the roar of another engine caught his attention. He turned and saw Logan pulling up behind him in a sleek black supercar. Tristan let out a long whistle. "Logan, nice! New ride?" "Tristan!" Logan called out as he got out. "It's not mine-it's Aaron's. Tristan raised a brow. "Aaron bought another car? He's been swamped lately." Logan grinned. "Didn't buy it.

He won it off Rhys ina race." His eyes lit up as he spoke, clearly reliving the memory. "You weren't there that night, man. It was insane! Rhys couldn't stop talking trash, so Aaron finally snapped and raced him. Dude, it was epic. You ---- had to see it to believe it." They laughed and kept talking as they walked into the club. When they entered the biggest private room, five of their friends were already there. "Welcome, Tristan! Congratulations, man! You survived a near-death experience.

Big fortune coming your way!" Tristan looked up at the banner on the wall, the balloons, and the streamers, and laughed as he sat down on the couch. "You guys are ridiculous. Forget the decorations-just give me a nice fat cash gift instead!" Logan grinned slyly. "Where's the fun in that? We've got something better lined up for you." "What do you mean?" Tristan asked, a bad feeling creeping in. Logan clapped his hands, and the club manager walked in. "Everything's ready, sir. Should we bring them in now?" Logan nodded.

Moments later, a line of stunning women walked in, dressed in barely-there outfits that left little to the imagination. ---- Logan smirked. "All new girls at the club. Let's party tonight, boys!" Tristan groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Oh, hell no. Send them out." Logan frowned. "Come on, man! You never party. Can't you just relax for once?" "Relax? Aaron's on his way. If he walks in and sees this circus, he'll kill you." Tristan snapped. And if Olivia hears about it, he'll never hear the end of it!

Logan remembered how Aaron and Clara had been glued together the other night and slapped his own forehead. "Right, Clara would freak. Alright, ladies, you can go. Sorry!" Tristan nodded. "That's more like it." "Yeah, yeah, whatever Tristan says!" their friends chimed in, laughing. Tristan pulled out his phone and texted Olivia. "Text me when you get here. I'll come down to meet you."