"Boss, here are the images of the woman's face you requested. Thankfully, the hotel's surveillance footage captured her clearly," Davis explained, placing a folder filled with photos on his desk. His expression was somber as he carefully examined the pictures. The young lady, with her captivating grey eyes, full lips, and platinum blonde hair, stood out like a beacon of beauty. "Get me every detail about her by tomorrow," Tristan Zachary commanded, his voice cold and unwavering. "Understood, sir," replied Davis promptly, leaving the luxurious office. As soon as the door closed, Tristan's gaze wandered, lost in thought, triggered by a flashback. Flashback: Tristan winced, feeling a sharp headache. He gingerly sat up on the hotel bed, taking in his surroundings with a mix of surprise and bewilderment. The lingering scent of a woman and his own nakedness suddenly hit him, revealing the truth – he had shared the bed with a lady the previous night. His memory, clouded by alcohol, failed to reveal the identity of the mystery woman. To Tristan, who usually found it difficult to be around women, this encounter seemed surreal. Determined to clarify his suspicions, he called out, "Davis." The door swung open, and his assistant appeared, bowing his head in response to the call. "Did you see a lady leave this room?" Tristan asked, his voice tinged with unease. Davis, aware of his boss's aversion to women, was taken aback by the sudden question.
