An Icy Ambush

It felt odd that we were here at Plum Garden for a meal.

Conrad glanced at Tristan with a smile and asked, “Mr. Vance, the Adlers' company is facing some problems. Do you have a moment for a chat?”

Tristan did not reply to him right away but turned to look at me with pursed lips. “Go take a stroll—it aids in digestion. I'll be home after I'm done here. Autumn can stay with me.”

I glanced at Conrad