At Davenport Group's building, Ryan delivered the item Tristan requested to his office.
Watching the little creature scurrying around on the table, Tristan dialed Allison's number.
Wearing a doting smile, she was convinced that Allison would be thrilled with the surprise.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the call connected, a gruff male voice answered impatiently, "Who is it?"
Tristan frowned, glancing at the number to confirm it was Allison's.
Just then, he heard another man's voice in the background.
"This one doesn't have a name displayed; it must be a spam call. Why did you answer it?"
The first man defended himself, "I know! But I accidentally answered."
With that, the call was abruptly disconnected.
Tristan stared at his phone, his smile fading away.
His face darkened as he dialed
