Julian nearly lost it when he got the final word from the Brooks Group.
He knew it—Alexander was bad news!
"Tristan! You have to save me, man!"
Julian was totally freaking out now.
He was legit scared that psycho Alexander might actually toss him into some steamy kissing or bed scenes.
So, clinging to his genius little bro like a lifeline, he started wailing for help.
"Right now, our best shot is asking our dear sister for help." Tristan casually fiddled with his phone, eyes still on Vivian's profile photo on i********:.
There was a faint, doting smile at the corner of his lips.
Now that Vivian was running her own entertainment company, Tristan figured if Julian went in with enough persuasion and shameless persistence, she might just give in and talk to Alexander
