Chapter 338: How Could It Be Him?

After Mabel Hemingbrough and the others left, Tristan Wokey, who had taken a hard hit, rested for a long time before he finally felt steady again. He drew a deep breath, then scampered over to Nash Johnston. "Boss, thanks for saving me again!" "Uh, Boss, who was that gorgeous expert just now? And why was she trying to nab me?" Nash shot him a glare. "Because of the mess you stirred up back in Jesburgh, you crusty old fool." Tristan winced. "I admit it-back then I was blinded by greed. But I...