The two of them took a walk around the residential complex, admiring the well-planned facilities and pleasant scenery while discussing their plans for the future.
Like close friends, the two busy individuals enjoyed a rare moment of leisure. As they walked and talked, Tristan thought of Eason, realizing that it had been some time since he last visited him in the hospital. He decided to make some time to see him.
"Tristan," Tom Fritz asked as he looked at him, "do you have a girlfriend yet? I remember you didn't two years ago."
Tristan smiled and replied, "No, I don't."
"Isn't your father urging you to find one? You're not getting any younger." Tom Fritz had a good-natured personality and chuckled, "My family is getting anxious, and they have started arranging blind dates for me."
"Oh? You don't seem opposed to the idea?"
"I'm not getting any younger," Tom Fritz, now 35, was well aware of his age. "I'm usually too busy managing the company to meet suitable women."
He continued, "My parents only introduce me to women they have carefully selected. All I need to do is see if I feel any connection with them, and if I do, we can try dating. I don't believe in love at first sight; that's just a fairy tale. Marriage requires compromise and adjustment."
Tom Fritz was pragmatic and down-to-earth, his words reflecting those of a person with a story.
Tristan's eyes softened as he gazed into the distance. "Everything depends on fate," he said, although he had no right to comment on matters of love, as he had no experience to share.
He was nothing like Spencer Lawrence, a rich playboy who had seen it all.
Monica received a call from Belinda and immediately gave her the hotel address.
"What? You're really staying in a hotel? Your father arranged it?" Belinda was angry. "Algerone Swain has countless properties in Arkpool City!"
"It wasn't my father's arrangement," the girl hurriedly explained. "I came to Arkpool City without him knowing. I didn't even call him! Why don't you ever believe me?"
"Fine, fine. You don't need to pick me up; I'll take a cab to the hotel. Monica, you better wait for me! Don't try to trick me again!" The middle-aged woman on the other end of the phone didn't sound like she was joking. "If I don't find you, I'll kill your father!"
Before Monica could protest her innocence, Belinda hung up the phone.
"Ugh…" Monica collapsed onto the sofa and sighed. "Women can be so unreasonable. No wonder there's a saying about it."
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Belinda had arrived!
Monica took a deep breath and prepared herself before opening the door with a beaming smile. "Hi~ Belinda~"
"Why are you staying in a hotel?" Belinda asked coldly as she entered the room, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Are you here alone?"
"Yes, I'm here by myself!"
"But I just asked at the reception, and you didn't book a hotel room!" Belinda locked her gaze on Monica.
Monica nodded and gave Belinda a thumbs-up, thinking how clever she was.
Then, she snatched the suitcase from Belinda's hand. "Let me help you with your luggage!"
Before her daughter could explain, Belinda stopped in her tracks and crossed her arms. "I also found out that the room was registered under the name 'Kevin.' Who is Kevin?"
Faced with her mother's piercing gaze, Monica didn't even consider lying.
"Actually, I was just about to tell you something!" Monica put down the suitcase and walked to the window. As she passed the coffee table, she picked up a teacup. "I met a boyfriend in Arkpool City, so I came here to see him!"
With that, she took a sip of water.
Belinda stared at her daughter's back, unable to see her face and unable to determine if she was lying.
Her lack of shock suggested that Belinda didn't believe a word Monica said.
"Is that so? Is it Kevin?" Belinda's lips curled into a smile. "Then call him right now, and tell him to come here with his ID."
Belinda was more inclined to believe that her daughter had picked up a random man off the street, asking him to provide ID for the hotel room just to deceive her relentless mother.
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