Second Master Joyce's words made Aria Joyce stop in her tracks.
She turned around and saw Tristan Grayson with his arm wrapped protectively around Mika Summers. The anger she had just managed to suppress instantly flared up again.
"Tristan Grayson, if I just stand by and do nothing this time, does that mean you all think the Joyce Family is a bunch of pushovers?" No one in Tridell had ever dared cause trouble at the Empyrean Hotel.
And no one had ever dared to repeatedly provoke her and test her limits.
Even the Lockwoods had to speak to her politely whenever they saw her.
At this thought, Aria Joyce's lips curved into a cold smile. "Don't worry, Second Master. I can't just let this go."
"What do you want?" Tristan Grayson asked, his gaze turning colder as he raised an eyebrow.
Aria Joyce's pretty eyes landed on the woman in Tristan Grayson's arms as she snapped, "Apologize. I want her to apologize to my Second Master. Once she apologizes, I'll let her go."
"Impossible!"
