Chapter 87

Tristan looked at the gold invitation he had received from Emaar's senior assistant a while ago. As he massaged his throbbing temples, he sighed softly. It seemed there was no hope left for Leighton to attend the event.
Three days had passed just like that. Olivia hadn't contacted him or even sent a polite message. With only two days left, what more could Tristan do now?
"Stop being so foolish, Tristan!" Kimberly scolded, clearly frustrated since she had entered the room. She felt intentionally ignored. None of her comments had received a serious response from Tristan.