Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 183: Make Sure He Has a Damn Good Time The sound of Olivia's voice faded as she and the guy walked away. Tristan didn't catch the rest of their conversation. A storm of emotions brewed inside him-loss, frustration, and anger all tangled into a feeling he couldn't even name. After a long moment, Tristan finally picked up the takeout bag the waiter had given him. He trudged back to his apartment building and, on impulse, handed it to the security guard at the door. "A late-night snack for you." The guard's face lit up. "Thanks, Mr.

Black!" Tristan punched the elevator button and caught his own reflection in the polished doors. He watched the pathetic-looking man staring back at him and managed a bitter smirk. This had to be the stupidest thing he had ever done in his entire life. Aaron had spent the last two days completely fed up with Tristan's zombie-like state. He'd actually just kicked him off the golf course. ---- Matt kept his head down as he opened the car door, barely daring to breathe. Aaron slid into the backseat with a thunderous expression, while Tristan trailed in behind him like a ghost.

"I guess all those years of hard work just went down the drain, huh? You hit one little bump and this is what happens?" Aaron had planned to tie up all the loose ends, meet with the right people, smooth over the necessary connections, and get back to Greystone as fast as possible. But Tristan was dead weight, dragging his feet at every turn, and the thought of it made Aaron's blood boil. Tristan slumped in his seat, his face buried in his hands. "I don't want to be like this," he mumbled. "I just can't control it." Aaron's voice was ice. "Have you forgotten how hard things were for us?

Have you forgotten how we fought for every single thing we have today? Don't make me give up on you." Tristan: "Aaron, it hurts." Aaron: "If you want Olivia, go get her. If you try your absolute best and still lose, then you let it go!" ---- Tristan remained completely unresponsive, a dead weight slumped against the leather seat. Aaron pulled out his phone and found Logan's number. The call was answered in three seconds. "Well, well, if it isn't Aaron. To what do I owe the honor?" Aaron cut right to the chase. "Got anything going on tonight?" Logan's cheerful voice came through the line.

"Always! When am I ever at a loss for fun? You name it, Aaron, T'll set it up." Aaron: "Six o'clock. Come pick Tristan up from the office. Your mission for tonight is to make sure he eats, drinks, and has a damn good time." Logan: "Say no more. Consider it done." Aaron hung up and shot Tristan a withering look. "How much more time do you need? Think about when we started this company. Think about a few weeks ago when you were six feet under. What's so bad now that you can't get over it? Don't make me lose respect for you.

There were very few people in the world who could earn a lecture like that from Aaron. With that, Aaron put on his sunglasses and didn't spare Tristan another glance. ---- Aaron went back to the office, changed, signed a few documents, and then rushed to a meeting. When he was finished, he checked the time, went to Tristan's office, and hauled him out. They took the elevator down to the lobby together. Logan and two girls were chatting in the lobby's waiting area. He took one look at Tristan and couldn't resist teasing him. "Yo, Tristan, what's with the face? You look like death warmed up.

Come on, Tara, go give the man some support!" One of the girls, who was wearing a denim miniskirt and a tight T-shirt, sashayed over and looped her arm through Tristan's, calling out in a sugary voice, "Tristan." When Tristan didn't say a word, Logan's eyes lit up with a look of feigned understanding. "It's just a girl, isn't it? Come on, I'll take you to the track, burn some rubber. I guarantee you'll forget all about your troubles. Hell, I'll even let you drive my prized supercar." Tristan didn't respond. Logan turned to Aaron. "What about you, Aaron?

You in?" Aaron: "I've got a business dinner. Just keep an eye on