Tristan nodded at Geoffrey before excusing himself to Be.

"I’m sorry, I need to go. There’s something important I need to talk about with Geoffrey. I will ask Noora toe and apany you..." He feels terrible for leaving her alone.

"It’s fine, Tristan. But no need to ask Noora to apany me. I feel sleepy now; I want to go upstairs to nap."

"Alright, let me walk you upstairs," Tristan smiled and walked her to their bedroom before rushing to his home office.

When Tristan entered his home office, he saw Reid sitting there with his unusual nervous expression.

Reid stood up to greet him. "Boss, I’m sorry to bother you on the weekend," he said in a polite tone that failed to hide the anxiety in his eyes.

"It’s alright. I know you won’t bother my weekend unless it’s urgent. What is it?" Tristan asked as he took a seat across from Reid. He knew that if Reid had hurried to his house, there was news that couldn’t be discussed over the phone.

"It’s about our investigation of the Dark Rose Club," Reid said, pausing briefly as he noticed Tristan’s calm expression slowly turning dark.

He added, "We have confirmed that the person following Madam is connected to Dark Skull. Mad Dog has resurfaced, sir!"

Reid was unable to hide his worry as he confirmed their suspicions. The person they had been investigating led them to their old formidable enemy, The Dark Skull gangster. Their leader’s name was Mad Dog, or some people call him Marco.

However, even though they know his name, they never see his real face. Marco always disguises himself when he appears in public.

Reid waited for Tristan to respond, but several minutes passed without a word. Instead, Tristan looked outside, lost in thought.

He continued to report, "We are now focused on monitoring the remaining members of Dark Skull in areas associated with the Dark Rose Club. I hope we will have results in a few days because we now have a clear goal. We know that these people are hiding under a new name."

Tristan finally returned his gaze to Reid and instructed, "Understood. You can prepare the main team. We need them to take action as we did a few years ago. I need to call my contact in the military. They need to be informed about this. Marco resurfacing could be a threat to our nation."

"Consider it done, sir!" Reid was about to leave, but Tristan stopped him.

"I will be moving out of this house in a few days. You need to talk to Geoffrey about assigning people to guard my old house. I want itpletely secured and imprable," Tristan said.

"Yes, Boss, I will discuss and execute it with Geoffrey immediately," Reid responded. He was already aware of the n and had everything prepared.

Tristan then discussed more details about his family’s security team with Reid. He also asked Reid to guard a few members of his and Be’s family in another city. He was concerned that Mad Dog might target them.

After Reid left his office, Tristan didn’t leave immediately. He made a few phone calls to his military friend who had helped him in the past and discussed their n to clean up this threat.

He only left his office when Geoffrey came to inform him about dinner time.

Taken aback, he looked at the now dark sky; he had spoken too long with his old friend.

Only the three of them were in the dining room tonight, as Lewis and William had already left for their own houses.

Tristan joined them after he adjusted his expression. He didn’t show his anxiety about what was happening out there to Be.

"Everything is alright?" Be asks Tristan when he sits beside her.

Tristan gently stroked her back before leaning closer and whispering, "Nothing to worry about. I need you to hurry to eat; we don’t want the twins to protest again." He smiled at her before focusing on his son.

He started eating while having a light chat with Dax, asionally putting a few slices of grilled steak on Be’s te and pretending not to notice her doubts.

Many things were on Tristan’s mind, but he tried not to show them, especially to Be. He doesn’t want her getting unnecessarily stressed.

***

The moving day finally arrived.

Lewis Sinir was the most excited about the moving day. Early in the morning, he had alreadye to Tristan and Be’s residence, ready to wee them.

"When are theying?" Lewis asked, looking at his son, William Sinir, sitting opposite him.

"Father, would you mind being more patient? You’ve asked about it ten times. I will tell you when theye, okay? Please, no need to ask again." William Sinir calmly and patiently said.

William Sinir felt amused as he looked at his father, who acted like a boy waiting for his present to arrive.

Lewis cleared his throat, ignoring William’s words. He sat restlessly, looking outside, eager to be the first to know when Be and Dax arrived.

Not long after, n, his butler, informed them that Tristan’s car had crossed the gate.

Lewis Sinir rushed to the main door, followed by William.

...

"Mom, look, there are Grandpa and Great-Grandpa," Dax, excited in the car, saw them outside. "Why are they here? Are they going to live with us?" he asked innocently.

Be smiled on hearing his words.

"No, they will not live with us. But we are moving near their house, just like Grandpa Isaac’s house, in our old house. You can visit their house anytime you want."

"Wow! That sounds great."

"Hmm, you have a huge ce to explore in this area. You will like it," Be said.

"Alright, let’s get off," Tristan said as he stopped the car near the main door. Then, he immediately stepped out and opened the door for them.

Within seconds, Dax was no longer visible; he had entered the house with his two grandfathers right by his side.

Meanwhile, Be stood in her ce, looking around the house’s front yard to recollect her memories of the house. She noticed that not much had changed.

Being in this ce made her feel like she had been transported to the past, but now, she no longer felt afraid or ufortable being here. Everything was different now, with Tristan standing beside her, protecting her, and loving her unconditionally.

"Wee back, my dear love—"

Tristan’s words seemed to pull Be out of her thoughts. She turned to look at him and went inside, following his lead while holding hands.