Tristan let out a cold chuckle, not caring at all about Ashton's words.

As he lit up a cigarette, the wispy smoke curled around his striking features, making him look even more enigmatic.

Ashton couldn't quite see Tristan's eyes, but he could feel the icy, ruthless stare bearing down on him.

Reflexively, Ashton took a step back.

With a smirk, Tristan raised an eyebrow and taunted, "Want to make a bet?"

Ashton blinked, caught off guard. "On what?"

Tristan ...