The temperature plummeted, and the atmosphere instantly froze.
It was Tristan Sterling.
The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, radiating a chilling aura, like an Asura straight from Hell.
His cold, sharp gaze swept over the socialites, and his terrifying, deathly stare made them shrink back a step involuntarily.
Even the perpetually arrogant and domineering Miss Morgan found her bravado instantly extinguished.
This may have been Oakhaven, but Tristan Sterling's presence was still enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.
Three years ago, he had been unseated by Brandon Sterling, losing control of the Sterling Family and his position as Family Head.
Everyone had assumed he would never recover, that he would live out his days destitute and forgotten.
Who would have known that he would turn around and establish his own company with his close friends, using swift and decisive methods to quickly gain a firm foothold in the business world.
