Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 210: His Mystery Woman

Celine had barely taken a step away from the chaos when a voice exclaimed loud enough it resounded all across the hallway.

"Oh my God, it’s Tristan Grayson!!!"

Conversations died in throats for a moment and heads snapped toward the entrance, everyone instantly froze, the tall figure strode in like a hurricane.

Tristan Grayson moved with the quiet lethality of a predator entering a room full of prey. Impeccably dressed in a tailored black coat that accentuated the sharp lines of his shoulders, he carried an aura that demanded submission without a single word.

His face was carved from ice, sharp jaw clenched, dark hazel eyes cold and unreadable.

The crowd parted instinctively, their bodies pressing back as if an invisible force was pushing them aside. No one dared meet his eyes for more than a fraction of a second.

’Tristan? What is he doing here?’ Celine wondered quietly before suddenly recalling that he’d mentioned he would pick her up in his text.

Whispers erupted immediately.

"Why is Tristan Grayson here? Is he one of the sponsors?"

"Yes. I heard he recently invested billions in this film, he seems to have a lot of faith in director Thomas’s work."

"So that’s really him? He looks way more handsome than the pictures online!"

"Oh my! I think I have a crush on him."

"Don’t even start, didn’t you see the news? He’s been secretly married and had two little kids!"

"He does? That’s so sad, all the eligible billionaires are being taken these days."

"Wait, I thought he was here to see director Thomas, why does it seem to me like he’s going towards... Celine?"

"What would he have to do with her? He’s probably going to walk past her and..." The words died immediately as he stopped right in front of the one person they would never think he had anything to do with.

Celine.

For a heartbeat, even the low hum of the generators buzzing in the distance seemed to hush. Everyone’s attention zoomed in on Celine once again.

Just now she was being accused of sleeping around, but in the next second even before that accusation could settle, Lilian, the ever pure flower in the industry was proven to be the one who gave extra favors to people in high places in return for roles, that revelation blew people’s minds, and Celine’s issue was pushed to the side, but right now she became the main focus again.

Celine remained rooted in place. Her expression stayed calm, almost serene, but her eyes softened with something warm and private reserved only for him. Her pulse, however, betrayed her, quick and unsteady beneath the surface.

When he finally stopped in front of her, close enough that she could smell the faint trace of his wood and spice cologne, he didn’t speak right away. His eyes moved over her slowly and thoroughly as if trying to decipher if she was injured anywhere before he asked,

"Are you hurt?" His voice was low, like velvet over steel, but beneath the surface lurked a dark, protective edge that made the air around them vibrate.

Celine shook her head lightly, offering a small, reassuring smile. "I’m fine, Tristan. Really."

She could roughly guess from the worried frown on his face that he must have heard about the accident that happened on set earlier.

His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in suppressed anger. He wasn’t fully convinced that she was fine, she could see the storm brewing behind his hazel eyes.

The temperature in the vast hallway seemed to plummet.

"Kaleb," he called calmly.

"On it president." The latter replied as if already knowing what to do.

Silence permeated the space.

Not a single soul dared to speak. The same people who had been shouting and pointing fingers earlier now stood like statues, eyes glued to the floor, the walls, anywhere but at the man whose mere presence had sucked the oxygen from the room. The actress who had dramatically thrown herself to the ground earlier suddenly became fascinated with a loose thread on her costume, her face drained of color.

Celine knew a man as reputable as Tristan Grayson. She was done for if Celine had any thoughts of punishing her. This caused her to try to make herself invisible among the crowd. Lilian who’d been her backing was nowhere to be seen now as she had fallen into a huge scandal that could very well become the end of her career.

Tristan’s expression remained unchanged and cold, impassive. Yet somehow, the air grew even frostier, the silence more suffocating as Kaleb returned with the director.

Uneasy glances flickered between crew members, everyone who had thought of badmouthing Celine just to get on Lilian’s good side began to regret immensely.

Celine watched quietly from beside him wondering what he was up to

Tristan being here was obviously his way of trying to protect her after hearing about the accident on set.

When director Thomas arrived seeing Tristan, his whole demeanor changed. She’d never seen the man fawn over another person before but being in front of Tristan, he was almost bowing to the floor.

Tristan turned slightly toward Director Thomas, who had gone rigid as a soldier at attention.

"Mr. Grayson," Director Thomas greeted, his voice tight with forced composure. Sweat beaded at his temples despite the cooled air.

"There was an equipment failure on your set," Tristan began smoothly, each syllable measured. "I trust this isn’t something you take lightly."

"Of course not, sir. We’re already investigating the matter thoroughly..."

"Investigating?" Tristan’s lips curled coldly, there seemed to be a threat in that smirk that director Thomas shivered light before he quickly said,

"We’re not just investigating of course, we’ve been taking strict measures to ensure that this accident is seen through and..."

"Accident?" Tristan’s cold voice landed again and director Thomas was quick to speak again,

"Of course we’re not entirely ruling out the fact that this might not be an accident, if anyone is openly targeting miss Roberts we’ll make sure to deal with them accordingly..."

Tristan said nothing but a frown pulled his brows together, director Thomas immediately began barking orders to his staff,

"Have every piece of equipment checked and rechecked by independent technicians, anyone responsible for negligence, remove them immediately. No exceptions and we definitely won’t be giving any second chances."

Director Thomas sneaked a look at Tristan’s face, the latter’s expression still as cold as Ice.

"I’ll make sure this never happens again, Mr. Grayson," Director Thomas assured, his voice strained but resolute. He looked hopeful, if his words don’t reassure this man, the whole set of this movie could be razed down to the ground and not just his own career but the careers of everyone present in the room when that accident happened could be entirely destroyed.

Tristan Grayson wasn’t a man to be messed with. Director Thomas looked at Celine with renewed interest. So it was her... Tristan Grayson’s mystery woman.

Celine held Tristan’s arm gently when she noticed the sweat on director Thomas’s brows and how the man was shivering nervously.

Tristan glanced down at Celine, only then did he give the barest nod of acknowledgment to the director.

When he turned back to Celine, the crushing pressure blanketing the room instantly eased. It was as if the woman in front of him was the only warmth that could melt the chilliness he oozed, though his frightening presence still lingered like a gathering storm the immediate threat receded and everyone could see the look in his eyes, clearly doting.

His gaze softened as it settled on her face. Without conscious thought, his hand rose, fingers brushing lightly against her arm in a rare gesture of comfort. This interaction was clearly witnessed by everyone making them all exchange looks of astonishment.

"You sure you feel fine?" he queried quietly, a gentleness meant only for her.

Celine looked up at him, a faint, genuine smile curving her lips. "I’m really fine," she repeated, softer this time.

His hand lingered a moment longer, his thumb tracing a small, soothing circle. "You scared me," he admitted, his voice dropping even lower, raw with honesty that few ever witnessed.

"I’ll be more careful next time. I promise."

Tristan’s lips curved in the ghost of a smile, though the protective edge in his eyes refused to fully vanish. "See that you are."

Behind them, the crowd remained deathly quiet, no one dared interrupt, no one dared even whisper. They could only exchange astonished glances. Realization dawned on them, it was crystal clear now, etched into every nervous face that Celine was untouchable.

Those who didn’t say a bad word about her felt immensely grateful they hadn’t crossed the wrong person, the ones who did wanted to be buried underground, if she looked at them once they could be ruined.

She was not someone to be accused, not someone to be targeted, nor someone to be played with.

With Tristan’s commanding presence settled over the entire production like a protective shadow, it was certain...

Anyone who tried to cross her again wouldn’t just be dealing with her. They would be dealing with him.