After recognizing Tristan, the guard saluted, apologized for the interruption, and waved them through the gate.

The car moved forward, entering the Golden House grounds. Tristan drove along the empty road lined with tall cypress trees. He looked rxed as if he knew the ce well.

Be still felt nervous. This was her first time visiting here, even though she had seen it often on television.

Despite her nerves, the scenery amazed her. The garden lights illuminated the area, making its beauty even more visible.

"Do you know where we’re heading?" Be asked, ncing at Tristan. "Do youe here often?"

"Yeah, almost every week," Tristan replied, smiling before focusing on the street. He continued, "Jayson Spencer is quite a lonely soul. He doesn’t have many friends he can trust. Unfortunately, I’m one of the few he does, so he always calls me to apany him for a drink." A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

Be was amazed to hear that.

"How did you be friends with him? He’s twenty years older than you, right?"

"Seventeen years. He’s fifty-three now, the same age as his wife, Emily Stearn," Tristan exined. "I met him before he entered politics while actively managing Spencer Group. But now, he’s no longer involved in the family business; that’s handled by his little sister, Amanda Spencer."

"I see," Be responded. She didn’t ask further questions because she knew about Amanda Spencer. Hearing Amanda’s name now made her heart tighten. She felt nervous.

Soon after, they passed through the garden leading to the main building, the Golden House. However, Tristan’s car continued driving, passing the building.

The car headed toward another building where the president lives, behind the Golden House.

After a few minutes, the car finally stopped and parked in the yard of a two-story, white-painted building. Like the area surrounding the Golden House, the building was heavily guarded.

"I’m sorry—" Tristan’s voice suddenly broke the silence.

It surprised Be, who immediately looked at him.

"Sorry? For what?" she asked, confused.

"Sorry, this is the first time I’ve brought you to meet my friends or business partners. I feel terrible thinking about our past—"

Tristan’s voice slowly faded as he remembered he wasn’t supposed to talk about their dark past again, as he had promised her.

Be stifled augh when she saw his guilty expression. She lifted her hand and stroked his arm, trying to cheer him up and lighten his low mood—she could feel his sadness and self-me.

"Hubby, you shouldpensate me because you broke your promise. Again!" Be pretended to be annoyed, narrowing her gaze at him.

Tristan let out a deep, long sigh as he turned to Be.

"I know. That’s why I’m ready to ept my punishment, mydy," he said, leaning closer to kiss her lips.

Be slightly pushed him.

"Geez, Mr. Sinir, you ruined my lip gloss!" she protested, causing him to chuckle. "I want to ept assets aspensation, not your body, sir," she cheerfully continued.

"No worries, dear. I will call mywyer tomorrow and ask him to process the handover of all my assets to you, ma’am!" he yfully replied.

Be giggled as she reapplied her lip gloss.

But a few secondster, she nced at him when something crossed her mind.

"Oh, right, hubby. I don’t want to meet yourwyer. What’s his name again...?" Be tried to remember the unlikablewyer she met five years ago.

Tristan’s face turned stiff as he said, "You mean John Turner?"

"Hmm, yes, him. I don’t like him," Be said as she ced her lip gloss back in her small Birkin bag.

"No worries," Tristan smiled at her. "I know how he treated you that time after I watched the CCTV footage. His conduct when he met you was disrespectful toward you and unprofessional. That was not something I expected from anywyers representing the Sinir family. So, I fired him right away."

Be turned to face him, her eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t expected Tristan to watch the CCTV footage of her meeting with hiswyer, let alone follow up the meeting by firing hiswyer. She wanted to say something, but no words left her lips—still shocked to learn about John Turner’s unfortunate fate even though he deserved it.

Tristan affectionately fixed Be’s hair, trying to check her mood. He could see she was no longer nervous.

"Dear, are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, I’m ready," Be replied, trying to refocus. Whether ready or not, she still had to get out of the car and meet Spencer’s family.

From the car, Be could see someone waiting for them in front of the main door: Jayson Spencer and Emily Stearn.

Be tried to stay calm as she followed Tristan, approaching the main entrance a few meters ahead.

At this moment, Be felt her heart beating faster than usual. Still, she felt relieved because she hadn’t seen Sean or Amanda Spencer there.

Sensing her nervousness, Tristan gently squeezed her hand before he greeted Jayson Spencer warmly.

Be could tell how close they were by observing how Tristan embraced Jayson Spencer and greeted Emily Stearn. It seemed like Tristan was talking to a close friend, not the number one person in the country.

She stood awkwardly, smiling at Emily Stearn, the slender woman with bob-style hair who looked graceful in her blue knee-length gown.

Be remembered Emily as a psychologist still active at Spencer Family Hospital. Despite being in her early fifties, Emily looked like a woman in her early forties.

"It’s nice to meet you again, Be," Emily Stearn said as she approached, extending her hand for a handshake. "I hope you still remember me. My husband and I attended your wedding a few years ago."

"I’m d to meet you too, ma’am," Be said, feeling her throat be dry as she spoke to Sean’s mother. She smiled slightly before continuing, "Of course, I still remember you, ma’am."

"Oh, please, Be, call me by my first name, Emily. There’s no need to speak formally to me," Emily said with a smile as she patted Be’s hand before releasing it.

"Yes, sister Emily," Be shyly said, feeling nervous and awkward addressing her by name only.

"Alright, sister. Sounds good," Emily Stearn chuckled before ncing at Tristan and her husband.