My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 341

Bella remained silent, but a bitter smile crossed her face as she pondered the possibility of her shameless father resorting to underhanded tactics to achieve his goals.

"Alright, my darling. I’ll have my people help them out," Tristan said.

"Thank you, hubby. Please ensure they don’t stay in this city too long. Also, ensure none of the people my father hired to spy on me or my mother stay in the city." She asked.

She didn’t want her father to know about her and her mother—not until she completed the process of taking over the Donovan Group.

"Sure. I’ll do anything for my woman as long as she’s happy," Tristan said softly.

Bella laughed at his words. "Oh, come on, Mr. Sinclair, stop flattering me with your sweet words."

"I’m not trying to flatter you, ma’am. I was just stating my responsibility to make my woman happy. Hahaha..." Tristan laughed happily, continuing, "Ugh, alright, my wife, I’m sorry to end our chat so early. I have a meeting in a minute..."

Tristan’s regretful tone made Bella slap her forehead slightly. She forgot it was office hours; her husband must be busy.

"Ugh, I’m sorry, hubby, if I interrupted your meeting..."

"It’s fine, my darling. My meeting hasn’t started yet," Tristan said with a smile, looking down at the busy street below. He wanted to go to her office and then go home to play with their son. "I’ll pick you up as usual."

"Alright. I won’t take up your time. Go work, Mr. Sinclair, and earn a lot of money for our son and me. I love you—"

"I love you more!"

After ending the call, Tristan didn’t leave his place immediately. He smiled while looking at his cellphone screen, but a few seconds later, his smile faded as he remembered he was in the middle of a meeting.

He sighed deeply before putting his cell phone in his pocket and turning back to see several people sitting behind him.

Tristan cleared his throat before casually walking back to his seat.

"You can continue your presentation," Tristan ordered, sitting in his seat and looking at one of the financial directors to continue his presentation.

Everyone in the room finally took a deep breath after their boss, who had asked them to keep quiet when he suddenly halted the meeting to take a phone call, allowed them to continue.

Earlier, they had heard him talking to a woman. Despite their curiosity about the woman’s identity, no one dared to make any sound or loud sigh; they just froze in their seats and breathed slowly while hearing the other side of their boss speaking so sweetly to someone else, completely opposite to his usual frosty and noble demeanor.

While the finance director was starting his report, Tristan quickly texted Reid to ask him to help his father-in-law out of the police station.

Tristan also gave a few other instructions before returning his focus to his work.

***

Finally, the weekend arrived. It would be a special weekend for Bella.

A half-smile framed Bella’s face as she glanced at Noora standing by her side.

"I’m not tense. I just want to make sure Harper won’t make fun of me. You know her, right? She has a sharp tongue." Bella chuckled, thinking about her sassy best friend.

Noora instantly laughed, recalling Bella’s best friend, who used to visit them at their cabin. Although Harper constantly complained about everything, she ultimately accepted whatever they offered her. She is a typical young lady from a super-rich family who visits the countryside despite its limited facilities.

"Miss, don’t worry. I am pretty sure Miss Harper will praise you this time. Believe me, the situation here is different from our cabin back then." Noora tried to lessen Bella’s worries.

"Yeah, I hope so," Bella said while smiling. "OK, I will head inside first. If you need anything, please call me immediately, Aunty. I’d love to help. I’m excited I could be the host and the lunch organizer simultaneously!"

***

At Quantum Capital Building.

While Bella is busy preparing a lunch party for her friends, Leo paces in his apartment bedroom.

Leo glances at the cell phone in his hand now and then, feeling nervous, and continues walking.

After a few more minutes of back-and-forth around the room, he finally stops and sits on the sofa, leaning against it. His eyes stare blankly at the ceiling, wondering whether to call Dana and bring her to the lunch party.