Chapter 52 A Show To Watch

“Just someone ordinary.”

Sophie was not afraid of Eustace looking into her.

“An ordinary person who knows how to defuse a bomb?” Clearly, Eustace did not believe her.

“I’ve read a few books in relevance to the topic.” If it wasn’t for the urgency of the matter, Sophie would not have defused the bomb herself. “What’s the matter? Are you going to arrest me?”

“No. I’m just curious about you.”

“There’s no need for that. I simply like reading books.”

“Regardless of everything, thank you. I’ll buy you a meal another day.”

“It’s fine. Also, I don’t want the reporters to find out what I’ve done. It’s annoying.”

Sophie then took her bag from a police officer and quietly left the barricaded area. There were many reporters outside, and she did not want to speak to any of them.

There’s still blood on me. I should go back and clean myself up. I probably look quite frightening at the moment.

When she took out her phone to look at the screen, she realized that Tristan had called her multiple times.

She called him back.

“Where are you? I’m out right now. Wait, I see your car. Don’t move. I’ll come over now.”

All Sophie wanted was to leave the area as quickly as she could while not catching anyone’s attention.

Meanwhile, after ending the call, Tristan alighted the car to wait for her. However, the first thing he noticed on her was the blood on her shirt.

Instantly, he strode toward her.

“What happened?” I was only away from her for an afternoon. Why is she covered in blood now?

“I’m fine,” was the only thing she said to him.

“You’re covered in blood, but you’re telling me that you’re fine?” Tristan growled, and the air around him turned cold.

Who is it? Who’s the one who dared lay a finger on my woman?

“It’s not my blood; I’m not hurt. So don’t worry.”

After making sure that it really was not her blood, Tristan became at ease. He then opened the car door for her to enter the front passenger seat.

“Ms. Tanner, how did you end up covered in blood after your shopping trip?”

“Bad luck. I met a piece of trash.”

Sophie hated criminals with high intellect the most. They’re so smart, but instead of putting their intelligence to good use, they choose to commit crimes.

she took a shower

trash can, but when she thought about how the housekeeper was going

celebration for Ysabelle’s birthday, and Ysabelle told me

the others were at Gold Sea Club. The place was the most luxurious five-star club in

and Sophie entered the car,

with my uncle? Why

guys can start eating first

can take your

Ysabelle ended the

longer. Soph’s a little busy

it must

who spoke

the way you’re talking about Soph. If she says that she’s busy, then she must be busy. If you’re

upset to hear Winter talk about

mean anything by it. I just don’t think tardiness is good.

Ysabelle’s face dropped. “Winter, I doubt talking behind someone’s back is a

can leave first if you’re busy,” Charles uttered unhappily. This woman keeps talking smack about Sophie. If Tristan were to hear her,

her mouth

for Tristan, I wouldn’t have wanted to come to this place!

right. Don’t be mad anymore. We’re all friends

with you?” Ysabelle huffed,

Felix patted her head.

 There’s really nothing I can

smacked his

messing up my

then, a server opened the door to the room, and Tristan entered with

Ysabelle saw

“Sit here, Soph!”

Sophie to a

sitting on her right. In other

Tristan, why are you still standing there? Take a

saw Tristan looking at him, he stood up and offered his seat to the latter. “Here you go,

a meal. Does he really need to

seat without

Winter was sitting by

was sitting there as long

the server to bring the

up most of her time tomorrow, and there’s nothing I can do about it,

a bottle of 1982

the people by the table, but when

a hot glass of milk

“Of course, mister.”

birthday today, so all of us are drinking a little. Ms. Tanner, could it

Tristan ignored her.

and Winter turned gloomy at once. It felt as

“Happy birthday, Ysabelle!”

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