Tristan called the butler to take out the trash.
"Get rid of this mess, it's ruining the vibe."
"Right away, sir."
In front of Rupert, the butler tore up the papers from the trash, crumpled them into balls, and then stuffed them all into a shiny black garbage bag before leaving the study.
Tristan picked up his coffee mug and gently blew on it, his voice serious, "This partnership is crucial. Don't mess it up. Bridget is your fiancée, and her reputation reflects on you. Don't give anyone a reason to talk."
"Got it, I'll be off then."
Rupert got up and left.
...
In the garden.
Sylvia had taken a nap in the afternoon and started sketching designs after dinner. That was when Naomi came in with a plate of fruits.
Holding out a piece of fruit with a fork meant for Sylvia’s lips, she flaunted the large ring on her finger.
Sylvia took a bite, "Did Edwin give this to you?"
Naomi covered her mouth with a giggle, "No, the Simpsons sent it over as an apology. Miriam bought it at an auction a couple of months ago and never wore it once before giving it to me."
"Mom, don't get carried away. They're just trying to impress Tristan with their gifts."
Sylvia tried to warn her, afraid Naomi might let her guard down. A gemstone ring was nothing compared to Bridget's status as Rupert's fiancée.
They were just playing a high-stakes game.
Naomi waved her hand dismissively, "I'm not foolish, but it does please me to see them bleed a bit. They've been so arrogant since they had Rupert's backing! Luckily, Rupert seems to care less about them now!"
Hearing this, Sylvia paused mid-bite.
"What do you mean by that, Mom?"
Naomi touched the ring, leaning back in her chair with a content smile.
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