His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1582: Finally Heartbroken_1

Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: Finally Heartbroken_1

"Chapter 1582

He spoke in careful tones, "With these three becoming involved, the companies previously damaged by the Whites have started to turn. The old faces in the Alliance are dwindling, less than half now. The most serious issue is that Gabriel Hill has resigned and is no longer the chief. Hans White is now serving as the interim chief."

He showed annoyance, "Mr. Collins, if you ask me, they didn’t even wait for your opinion on such significant matters. I think... we might as well take this opportunity to make our own decision too..."

His voice fell soft.

Tristan Collins remained impassive as he had anticipated this.

"Has Mason Spence also left the Alliance?" he asked solemnly.

"Yes, he was the quickest to pull out. Such an opportunist! When the Fosters were in trouble, he was the first to ask for an alliance with you!"

But that did not upset Tristan Collins, "Businessmen are profit-driven, talking about feelings is childish, it’s normal."

The secretary felt confused, the man before him now seemed less fiery. As if he didn’t care.

Whenever he heard about such matters before, he couldn’t help but curse a bit, is he in a good mood today?

He quickly regained his composure, returning to the topic at hand, "Mr. Collins, so should we... "

"Stay unchanged," Tristan Collins said.

"Oh, yes."

About ten minutes later, the butler returned from buying food, looking somewhat peculiar.

While eating, Tristan Collins said, "Just say it, don’t hold back."

The butler seemed hesitant and cautious, "Sir, it’s... the Madam, oh no, the former Madam heard about your illness, and she’s outside now. She said she made a soup and wanted..."

"Tell her to go," Tristan Collins’s voice was icy cold.

Both sensed profound disgust in his words. They exchanged glances and stepped back in unison.

"I’ll send her the message right away. Please take your time, sir."

They turned around and began to leave.

Suddenly, Tristan Collins put down his chopstick, "Let her in."

There was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The butler quickly went out to convey the message.

In no time, Rosalind Taylor walked in carrying a thermos. Although her makeup made her face bright, it could not hide the weariness and heartbreak in her eyes.

She approached him with the thermos in her hands, flashing a smile, "Tristan, I heard that you were sick. I made a soup for you, try it."

She poured a bowl of soup and presented it to him.

Tristan Collins took the bowl of soup without saying a word. Then, in full view, he poured it ruthlessly into the trash can.

The hope in Rosalind Taylor’s eyes faded along with the soup.

Her face hardened and tears came instantly.

Tristan Collins put down the bowl and looked coldly at her, "Don’t show up in front of me again."

"You made it very clear that you have no feelings for me. What happened back then was a mistake, it was you who took advantage of my drunken state and pretended to be Joy Taylor, tempting me. You should’ve seen today coming."

Rosalind Taylor knelt down and sobbed, "But, it takes two to tango, if you had no feelings for me, then what about the second time, and the third? Did I seduce you all those times too?"

Tristan Collins had vivid memories of the past.

Indeed, Rosalind Taylor had tried to tempt him. But, in the following incidents, he had willingly participated.

At that time, he was blinded by anger and wanted to make Joy Taylor suffer.

Thinking about it now filled his heart with regret, causing him tremendous discomfort.

"Listen well, I have no feelings for you. When I married you, it was only for the sake of our child. Don’t flatter yourself and stop bothering me with messages!"

As she heard him deliver these words without hesitation or pause, she felt her heart finally die.