Chapter 30

Tristan didn't even glance up. "Mind your own business." Herman smiled faintly. He was looking forward to the banquet. … Genevieve stood outside the bedroom door at the Burtman residence, listening quietly. When the sound of things crashing inside finally stopped, she carefully pushed the door open. The room was a mess, but at least the Burtman family was wealthy enough to absorb the damage from Tristan's outbursts. He clearly had anger issues. As soon as she opened the door, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on her. "So tell me, what's with this bed?" His tone was calm, and there was a slight smile playing on his lips. Genevieve subconsciously tightened her grip on the door handle. His smile was downright scarier than his expression when he wasn't smiling. "Speak!" He stepped closer, his cold eyes locking onto her face. "Acting dumb now, are you? Hmm?" "G-Grandma sent this bed. I didn't want it," she stammered. Tristan scoffed. "You didn't want it? But yesterday, you delibe