"Was there? I don’t think so." Director Miller scratched his head, completely baffled, then sat back down on his stool to check the playback.

Seeing this, Tristan Grayson turned around, picked up the rope from the ground, and said coldly, "If she says there was, then there was. We’re doing it again!"

"Oh, well, in that case, let’s do another take." Director Miller truly had no idea what was going on between the two of them, but since they both suggested another take, he figured he might as well.

Mika Summers was irritated to her wit’s end. She had been the one to bring it up, but seeing Tristan Grayson agree so readily made her furious, and a tightness gripped her chest.

’How can he be so completely emotionless? Why didn’t he object?’

’If he didn’t feel even a little bit of sadness or remorse when she targeted him, how could she ever be happy?’

’How could she get any satisfaction from her revenge...’

She struggled to suppress her emotions. With a grim expression, she said in a cold voice, "Jessica, let’s go."

"Yes."

By the time Tristan Grayson finished the take, the woman was gone.

He frowned and asked Henry coldly, "Where is she?"

"She’s probably left. Boss, are you all right?" Just a moment ago, the fight had looked brutal. Even though Henry knew it was just an act, he was still worried.

Hearing that she had left, Tristan Grayson felt a pang of emptiness. His lips curled into a cold, self-mocking smile. "I’m fine. Let’s head back."

"Yes."

Mika Summers left the hotel, sent everyone away, and sat alone in her car.

She slumped over the steering wheel, trying to calm herself down.

When Tristan Grayson came out, he immediately spotted the woman in the car. He waved a hand, dismissing Henry, and just stood there, staring at her.

Mika Summers didn’t know how long she stayed like that before her heart finally calmed. With red-rimmed eyes, she lifted her head, turned the key, and started the engine.

Tristan Grayson only looked away after watching her car drive off. A self-deprecating smile touched his lips as he walked toward his own car.

After driving for a few hundred meters, Mika Summers stopped again. She cranked the steering wheel and drove back the way she came.

When she got back to the hotel entrance, she saw Tristan Grayson just about to start his car and leave. She raised her hand and slammed it on the horn.

Tristan Grayson watched the returning car, his brow furrowing slightly, but he made no other move.

Mika Summers parked her car, opened the door, grabbed her bag from the passenger seat, and got out.

She walked straight to Tristan Grayson’s car door and banged forcefully on the window. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Tristan Grayson lowered the window, his gaze cold as he looked at her. "President Summers, is there something else?" His tone was so indifferent, it was as if they were complete strangers.

Mika Summers’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Tristan Grayson, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"Our son."

At her words, an incredibly complex expression flashed in Tristan Grayson’s eyes, and the smile on his lips grew bitter. "I was starting to think you’d forgotten we have a son." After all, Mika Summers hadn’t mentioned him once since they’d reunited.

"Tristan Grayson, I’m in a better position to raise Kiki than you are now. I want you to give him back to me."

"Give him back to you?"

"Yes. And if you won’t, I have my ways of getting custody of Kiki."

Tristan Grayson’s heart went cold, his tone growing even icier than before. "Kiki is my son. You’re not taking him. It’s impossible." ’He could give her anything. He could let her do whatever she wanted. But not Kiki. Kiki was off-limits.’

"Tristan Grayson, he’s my son! What right do you have to hoard him and refuse to let go!"