NovelEnglishChapter 1184 Faking His Girlfriend "I guess so, but..." "But what?" Tristan took her coat, folded it and put it into the bag, "Let's go." The phone was in the pocket. Claire shouldn't be able to hear anything even if it vibrated again.
Tristan put his arm around her shoulder, "Let's go!" "I will pay you back," Claire got out of his arm and said seriously, "I'm not used to taking things from others." "Claire, if you keep thinking about that, | will start showing up in front of your aunt every day from tomorrow on." She was threatened again.
Going downstairs, Tristan opened the door of the passenger seat for her, Claire got in, fastened the seat belt, looked at him and asked, "Where are we going? Is it far?" "It shouldn't be far." "Shouldn't?" Claire widened her eyes, "What the hell? You don't know that?" "Letcall and ask," then Tristan called Zack, "Mr. Clarke, will you sendthe address?" "I was going to call you." After that, Zack hung up and sent Tristan the location.
Of course, Claire knew who Mr. Clarke was. She had met him once and knew he was Tristan's father.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, she was really curious. "It's a business lunch? Why are you takingthere? | don't know anything about business." Tristan was no longer afraid she would turn him down.
After all, she was already dressed and in his car. She couldn't escape now.
Tristan started the car and replied casually, "You're just my date. Don't worry, | will protect you from any embarrassment.’ "It's not a prom or a dinner party. And it's at noon. Why do you need a date?" Claire didn't think much about it but simply complained.
If she had known she was going to fake his girlfriend, she wouldn't have agreed to come.
Tristan didn't say anything more, "Smusic?" He asked and turned on the music.
It was a beautiful song with gentle music, it attracted Claire's attention almost immediately.
Somehow, Rowan's face cto her mind. He was always so gentle and thoughtful, making her feel at home.
Although he wasn't seeing Daphne, she knew Daphne liked him.
Thinking of this, she was a bit unhappy.
Claire slowly got distracted as she was lost in thought.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the VIP hall in a hotel, a tall and robust man in suit had arrived early with his daughter.
The man was Mr. Swain, he seemed to be in a good mood, wearing a bright smile.
His daughter seemed to be in her twenties, well-dressed. She wore light makeup and looked stunning.
She wore a simply-designed gown.
She was although young, she had the charm of a grown woman. The dress was well-cut and set off her nice figure.
"Dad, we cearly," the girl had a beautiful voice, holding her father's arm, "It's not good, is it?" "It's better early than late," the middle-aged man said to her, "Mr. Clarke and | have been friends for years. | know his son. He is his assistant whose true identity has been kept from the public. He toldthe secret.” "Tristan?" The girl murmured the name, "I like the name." "Yes," the man put his arm around his daughter's shoulder, "I often mentioned him to you. He's an excellent young man. There are a few men like him in Arkpool. And he's single!"
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