Tristan Arrive At The Beach House

Next morning.

It was almost seven o'clock. Noora hurriedly walked to the main villa. She wants to go straight upstairs to Dax's room to wake him.

However, just as Noora was about to ascend the stairs, her steps halted when she saw a man with fast, steady, and graceful strides approaching her.

Noora's brow furrowed slightly as the man drew nearer, and his face became more apparent. Instantly, she gasped in shock as she recognized that the tall, elegant, and handsome figure was none other than Master Tristan Sinclair.

"W-What? What's happening?" Noora muttered softly, taken aback by what she saw. "How come I see Master Tristan here? Shouldn't he be in Singapore and only arriving here a couple of days from now?"

Noora blinked several times, trying to assure herself that what she witnessed was merely her imagination.

"Am I dreaming?" She whispered.

However, Tristan drew closer, and Noora heard his charming voice.