章 170: Like a Dormant Cheetah

As Tristan Ford's words fell, the atmosphere at the table instantly quieted, and one could hear a pin drop.

People's gazes turned towards Cynthia, with a hint of subtle inquiry in their eyes.

Those who could sit at the same table with Old Mr. Cartman were directly connected to the Cartman family.

So, they were familiar with Tristan. The fact that the ever-reserved Mr. Ford personally invited Cynthia naturally aroused their curiosity.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Cynthia's crimson lips curved slightly, a gentle and composed smile gracing her face as she gracefully moved towards the vacant seat.

“Cynthia!” Old Mr. Quinn suddenly called her name with a stern expression.

While not quite a reprimand, it was evident that he was displeased.

Cynthia looked towards Old Mr. Quinn. Initially, she was just suspecting whether her grandfather had some kind of grudge against Tristan.