The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

"They can attack me all they want. I don't care. As long as they will leave my wife and not involve her in this mess, I'm fine with it," Tristan said after hearing the news from Blake.

Then Jake suddenly remembered something.

"What will happen to your surprise? Should we postpone it?"

Tristan's face darkened after hearing that. He was already looking forward to his surprise. His excitement died down because of today's incident.

How could he surprise his wife if his mind was in shambles? He was not in a hundred percent condition. He might just ruin his own surprise.

"I will find ways to fix this first. I know Clifford will not stop pestering us. I let this happen so I should fix this first."

Jake and Blake nodded. This only meant they would be working together for the next few days on how to counter Clifford's team without jeopardizing Zhen-Zhen's reputation in the public."

"I must make sure that Clifford will not reveal those photos to the media," Tristan mumbled, clenching his fists.

Tristan was worried that Clifford would do another extreme measure just to ruin his family, most especially his relationship with Zhen-Zhen.

"I think it is better if you will talk to your wife about this. Tristan, you can't hide this from her. Sooner or later, she will eventually find out. If you have questions and doubts, better to tell her and ask her directly," Blake suggested.

"I agree with my brother." Jake supported his brother's idea.

"I know, just give me time. I will talk to her once I gather my thoughts and feelings."

Both Jake and Blake patted his shoulder.

"Alright! Let me talk to the officer-in-charge so that we can get you out here." Blake walked out of the interrogation room to process Tristan's release.

After a few minutes, he came back signaling Tristan and Jake that they could already leave the place.

One officer escorted them out of the Police Station. They were acting polite and respectful towards the three Davis cousins.

Upon reaching the exit gate, Tristan and the twins saw someone whom they were dying to beat a while ago~ Clifford Sy.

He just came out of his car. They could see some small bandages on his face. Tristan's punches surely gave him bruises.

Jake was about to approach Clifford when Blake grabbed his elbow, thus stopping him. He shook his head signaling his twin brother not to create another trouble for them to fix.

Furthermore, they were still outside the police station. If they created a commotion, not only Tristan but the three of them would be detained.

On the other hand, Tristan was finally able to control his anger. Though he wanted to throw more punches to Clifford, he managed to restrain himself.

However, he was still looking dagger at him with his bloodshot eyes. Then he saw Clifford walking over towards them.

Jake sneered seeing how Clifford could still walk confidently despite the cunning method he just did today.

"A scumbag! A bastard! A jerk!" Jake murmured. He couldn't stop his blabbering mouth from cursing Clifford.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Sy?" It was Blake who asked Clifford the moment he reached their spot.

"I came here to talk to Tristan," Clifford answered him frankly.

Jake and Blake were taken aback. They didn't expect that Clifford Sy would initiate to talk to Tristan.

They looked at Tristan worriedly. They were afraid that the two men would clash again if they were alone together. Instead of talking, they might throw punches at one another.

The twins and Clifford waited for Tristan's response.

"Right timing, I am also planning to talk to you," Tristan replied coldly.

Clifford nodded his head. "But I want to talk to you alone."

"I'm thinking the same thing."

Jake and Blake darted their gaze back and forth between Tristan and Clifford. They watched the two men who looked like they were having a staring contest. Both were having sharp gazes directed to one another.

"Go ahead first. I will follow you later. Come to the Mansion," Tristan told the twins who obeyed him right away.

Tristan stepped inside Clifford's car, sitting in the front passenger seat.

Clifford searched for a private place where he could talk to Tristan without worrying about other people overhearing them.

They ended up talking on the rooftop of one hotel which was owned by the Sy Corp.

"You go first…" Clifford said, urging Tristan to talk.

"I am warning you, Clifford! Those photos… don't you dare give that to the public!" Tristan warned him.

Clifford just smirked at him. "Why? Are you afraid that you will be a laughingstock? Tristan Davis, the playboy, finally got the taste of his medicine, being betrayed by his wife after having a secret affair with another successful businessman, Clifford Sy."

"Are you afraid to see this in the news?" Clifford added, mocking Tristan.

Tristan squinted his eyes as he balled his hands into fists. He was trying his best not to punch Clifford right, but it was so hard.

'Tristan, control yourself. You need to talk to him for Zhen-Zhen's sake.'

"You are a fool, Mr. Sy! Whatever you say, I will not believe you. My wife didn't betray me. It was you who took advantage of her innocence and her kindness."

"How can you do this to her? If someone betrays someone, then it was you. You betrayed my wife for doing this. She thinks of you as a good friend. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of trusting you, thinking that you're a good person."

Clifford's expression turned ugly when he heard those words from Tristan. However, he couldn't refute that and he hated it.

"I'm talking to you not because of me but for my wife's sake. Don't you try to reveal those photos in public. I swear I will kill you, Clifford. Target me all you want, but leave my wife alone." Tristan threatened him.

After a while, Clifford was able to conceal his true emotions.

"Well, if you want me to do that then I will do it… but it depends if you can meet my two conditions."

Tristan knitted his eyebrows in a deep frown. "Two conditions?"

"First, never tell your wife about those pictures. Take it as if they never exist…"

Tristan raised his eyebrow. He could easily do that first condition.

"Then what's your second condition?" Tristan asked curiously.

Clifford's lips curled up into an evil smirk.

"Well, my second condition is also simple. I just want to know if you are really genuine in protecting your wife and her reputation."

"You are even willing to kill me right, just to protect her? So I guess you can easily fulfill my second condition."

Tristan narrowed his eyes. "You are right, I will do everything just to protect her from this harsh world and from you. So stop beating around the bush. Just tell me what the second condition is!"

Clifford let out a sardonic laugh, eyeing Tristan's mockingly.

"Really? You will do everything… Well, prove it to me by actions and not by words."

"If you don't want those pictures to be handed over to the media, then follow the first condition and… divorce your wife."

"Divorce her… that's my second condition."

Tristan: "..."

'What the f*ck?'