Cristelle wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. She didn’t want to look miserable before this woman.

“Cristelle, what do you say? Do you wanna talk?” Lana had the gall to turn to face Cristelle.

Mr. Weston thought the whole thing through. He would never be able to say anything harsh to make Cristelle follow Franco’s plan. But Lana probably could force Cristelle to make up her mind.

He thus decided to let them talk. The old man walked out of the room quietly, leaving some space for ...