Allegra had no idea that Isaac had arrived. She also had no idea that the prim and proper Tristan Martin would actually list out such ridiculous conditions on his end. She just couldn't comprehend it.
"Mr. Martin, thank you for your dinner invitation tonight, but I have something else to attend to. Please excuse me," she said, getting up to leave.
Just then, the man in the black suit outside rushed into the pavilion and grabbed Allegra by the shoulders. He then forced Allegra to sit down.
"Tristan Martin! What are you trying to do? I know you're rich and powerful, but that doesn't mean you can go throwing your weight around like this! I'll never agree to your conditions!" Allegra was starting to panic.
"Throw my weight around? Allegra, oh, Allegra. You're just a lowly janitor anyway, and you're also a widow. Filthy people like you are right at the bottom of the food chain. What right do you have to call me names?" Tristan's mouth twisted in a sneer, and he had a condescending look on his face.
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