Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1323: This Misunderstanding Is Quite Big

As the car approached the Clarke Corp, Claire became increasingly anxious. "Hey, listen to me!" She had tried to explain all the way there, but Monica wouldn't listen, insisting on confronting Tristan and thinking that Claire was lying. When the taxi stopped outside the company, Claire was dragged out of the car again.

"Hey, why won't you listen to my explanation? What I'm saying is true." Monica didn't answer, but instead spotted a shiny Maybach parked outside the building. The car door was open, and Tristan was getting out. "Come on, let's go!" Monica wanted to intercept Tristan. Claire didn't want to make a scene. "Please, let me go first." What did all this pulling and tugging look like?

At that moment, several executives in suits walked out from the company. "Mr. Norwell, we have a proposal for the new project. We'll give a detailed presentation in the conference room later." "Alright," Tristan replied. He had stayed up late at home for this project.

Saskia Holt and Kevin were also present, wearing their work badges and holding documents in their hands. They looked energetic and ready for the morning meeting.

"Thank you all for your hard work," Tristan said, his voice deep and rich like aged wine, as he walked towards the hall.

"Let me go!" Claire didn't want to cause a scene. "Please, I swear to God, Tristan and I have nothing going on, really!"

"Don't talk nonsense here! I'm going to let him see what kind of person you really are!" Monica was fond of Tristan, and this made her a bit angry.

The early morning was supposed to be peaceful.

Every little bit of noise could be heard clearly.

Tristan stopped and turned around, his eyes catching sight of the two girls struggling with each other. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he recognized their familiar faces. The executives followed his gaze, all of them confused.

It was just a struggle, no big deal. One girl pulled the other towards the hall, and the girl being pulled clearly didn't want to go.

"Why won't you face him if you have nothing to hide? He's right there!" Monica was angry. "I'm telling you, I like him! I won't let you betray him!"

"I didn't!" Claire was so annoyed, her wrist had been pulled painfully the entire way.

A man's hand grasped both girls' wrists in the struggle, his tall figure blocking the golden morning sunlight.

Monica's movements slowed, and she turned to look.

Claire also turned.

Tristan stood beside them, his expression calm and his face so beautiful it was breathtaking. He exuded an air of composure and nobility.

Monica was briefly dazzled by his handsomeness and unconsciously let go.

Claire's red wrist fell into Tristan's line of sight, and he felt a bit sorry for her. He also saw her embarrassed expression and her efforts to conceal her discomfort.

Tristan's arrival brought silence to the scene.

Claire could feel his gaze and instinctively pulled her hand away, not wanting him to see.

"What's going on over there?" On the steps outside the hall, Saskia Holt couldn't help but gossip. Although her best friend was there, Mr. Norwell was also present, so she didn't dare approach. Kevin shook his head. "I don't know." He too was puzzled, observing from a distance.

The executives didn't dare to ask or even look for long. One by one, they turned and entered the hall, heading towards the conference room.

"Tristan, did you receive the photo I sent you?"

Monica didn't give Claire a chance to explain and asked him directly. "Quick, open Facebook and see!"

What photo?

Tristan glanced at her, having muted his phone and not yet having a chance to look.

Claire was also curious. What had she sent?

Tristan took out his phone and opened Facebook in front of both girls. He saw the text first, and without even clicking on the photo, he knew it was of Claire and Dr. Watson. Tristan was calm because he knew they were already together.

"This is a photo I just took; your girlfriend is cheating on you!" Monica said confidently, thinking that Tristan wouldn't want such a woman anymore.

She was waiting for them to break up.