Tristian's POV
"Yes, he's Daniels Rochester."
Jonathan Saunders stared at me, a heated stare and I knew why. He was connecting the dots. If I knew the person that had possibly stolen the money from my account, what were the odds that I wasn't involved in the theft? What were the odds that I wasn't a participant in it and then claiming that Mr Scarlet had never sent me any money.
"How do you know him, Mr Tristian?"
It was turning into a questioning session, and I took in a deep breath, knowing that if I flared up now, it was only going to make matters worse.
"We were friends for some time before I cut ties with them. And yes, we ended on a bad note. I don't know what you're trying to establish here, Mr Jonathan, but I can assure you that I've not spoken or seen Daniels in m
