章 679: How Many Surprises Are Yet to Be Discovered

Seeing the two of them holding hands so tightly, Bald Eagle snorted in dissatisfaction.

Dark Falcon, noticing their arrival, leaned in to whisper in Bald Eagle's ear, "Boss, Lil Twelve's back."

Bald Eagle didn't respond, just waved him off with a dismissive gesture. But when his gaze fell on Cynthia's smudged lipstick and the swollen redness of her lips, his face darkened visibly, a storm brewing in his eyes.

Tristan gently took Cynthia's hand and led her back to their seats, his posture dignified and aloof. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said coolly.

"Heh, Mr. Ford, you're too polite," Bald Eagle muttered, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray before taking a large gulp of his soda.

He cleared his throat and turned his attention to Cynthia. "Where am I staying tonight?"

Cynthia raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "You are staying?" she asked, the slight surprise in her voice betraying her curiosity.