TRISTAN'S POV
I had left the house early again. Trying to avoid Laureen after the episode we had two nights ago was really stressful, but I didn't have a choice as I was concerned that I had muttered something to give her a clue to the answers she was looking for. I didn't care to ask.
However, my escape was short-lived when one of my guards called to inform me that my dad was at home. Not only was he home, he had come with Sandra. With both of them drilling Laureen with questions, I was scared she would not hold the fort and spill everything concerning us to them.
So, here I was screaming at my driver who was racing me back home like a mad man. I tried my best not to be so agitated, but I couldn't help but keep staring at my time and tapping on my foot in anticipation as we approached
