The ring ringtone of the mobile phone echoes in the pitch-ck room, jolting Tristan Sinir from his sleep. His eyes slowly opened, and a soft groan escaped his lips as he felt his entire body stiffen.

Last night had been restless, and he had only managed to sleep a few moments before the sun began to rise.

He tried to ignore the constant sound of the phone until it finally stopped. However, before he could return to thefort of his bed, the phone rang again.

"Damn it!" he sighed in frustration.

Only a few people possessed his private cell number, and none typically called him at such an early hour. He covered his head with a pillow, trying to sleep more, but something crossed his mind.

"Maybe it’s Be!? It must be her..." A hopeful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as Be’s image danced in his mind.

Expectantly, he grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table. However, his smile quickly faded when he saw ’Grandpa’ disyed on the phone screen.

He sighed deeply before reluctantly answering the call, "Grandfather, why did you call me so early?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep as he threw back the covers and got out of bed.

Tristan’s slim but muscr body is visible in several parts, only covered by ck training pants hanging from his hips.

He walked towards the window and pulled the curtains. Suddenly, sunlight came in and dazzled his eyes.

"My lord! Brat, you said this... is it still morning? It’s already 9 am, and you just woke up?" Lewis Sinir’s voice sounded annoyed from the other end.

"Thank you for telling me that, Grandpa..." Tristan could only chuckle when he saw the bright blue sky. "Why did you call me!?"

"Why are you still sleeping now?"

"Come on, Grandpa, it’s Saturday..." Tristan said while rubbing the back of his neck, wanting to end this conversation immediately and go back to sleep.

After all these years, he had never felt as rxed as he did now. It looks like dinner with Best night made him feel this way.

"While you were rxing in your house, my granddaughter-inw had already gone to work. Such a hardworking young woman... I feel so bad for her," Lewis said in his gloomy tone, causing Tristan to be shocked.

A frown appears on Tristan’s forehead. "Be, working? On Saturday? Why would she do that?"

"Maybe because she needs money to raise—" Lewis’s words faded as he remembered he couldn’t tell him about Dax — he had already promised Be.

"Well, my granddaughter-inw has a hard time; she is now going to work even though today is Saturday." Lewis continues.

Tristan took a deep breath. He was too shocked to find out that Be had to work. The thought of her working for someone else and leaving their son home stressed him.

’Why didn’t Be talk about this matterst night?’ Tristan sighs deeply. ’Looks like we should meet and talk about this...’

"Grandpa, do you know where she works?" Tristan asked calmly.

"Have you ever heard of thepany name Quantum Capital? They are a smallpany founded only about seven years ago." Lewis exined.

Tristan was shocked to hear that. Of course, he knows about Quantum Capital. Even though he has never dealt directly with thatpany, he knows Quantum Capital has entertainment industry subsidiaries. Sinir Corp uses their talent as their brand ambassador for one of their electronic products.

"She works there?" Tristan asked.

"You know about thatpany?"

"Yeah, I know a few things about thatpany." Tristan took a deep breath.

"Very well, you should try to approach them and make sure Be doesn’t get bad treatment there. If necessary, buy theirpany..." Lewis orders seriously. He also told Tristan that he had already offered Be money to build apany for her, but she refused.

"Okay, Grandpa. I’ll take care of it. Don’t get too worried about it, please. Leave it to me." Tristan said. At least he knows where she works. He will make a deal with them soon.

"Okay, I’ll leave it to you because I trust you." Lewis felt relieved.

"By the way, Grandpa, where are you? How do you know Be is working today?" Tristan asked, suspicious that his grandfather had met Be this early morning.

"I’m actually at Be’s house. I missed my old friend, so I visited him."

A faint smile appears on Tristan’s face. He feels envy towards his Grandpa. His Grandpa had already met Dax a few times, but he had not yet. He still needs Dax’s permission to meet. How sad!

"Grandpa, please take care of my son," Tristan said softly as he gritted his teeth. "—and speak nicely to him about me. I will meet him pretty soon..."

Tristan’s words caused Lewis to be shocked. He asked, "You already know about your son, Dax? Be finally told you?"

Tristan could only shake his head. On day one of Be’s return to this country, he already knows about Dax.

"Hmm. Be told me about Daxst night. Grandpa, please make sure Dax likes me... I mean, I have considered every option to get Be back. And only through Dax, my son, I can make Be return to our family."

"You brat!! We are like this because of you and your egotistical, foolish parents..." Lewis vented his anger again, remembering how Tristan agreed to divorce Be five years ago. "If you had not divorced her, she would still be with us, and your son would carry our family name, my name!"

Lewis sighed deeply before ending the call, "Alright, you make me upset now. I better go. I have to y with my baby Dax... Bye!"

Beep!

Tristan closes his eyes, simultaneously feeling sad and envious of his Grandpa. He wanted to go to Be’s house and hug his son. But he feared thating suddenly like that would scare Dax and anger Be. No. He will wait until Be allows him to meet Dax. It’s not just Dax that he wants.

He also wants Be back.