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.

Wisteria Apartments, she took a shower and changed into a set of fresh

she thought about how the housekeeper was going to

Felix is going to have an early celebration for Ysabelle’s birthday, and Ysabelle told me that I have

Club. The place was the most

as Tristan and Sophie

Everyone’s waiting for you. What’s the matter with my uncle? Why does

so you guys can

You can take your time. There’s

Ysabelle ended

a little while longer. Soph’s a

busy about? I’d say it must be because she doesn’t care about

one who

says that she’s busy, then she must be busy. If

upset to hear Winter talk about Sophie

mean anything by it. I just don’t think tardiness is good. It’ll make her seem

smile on Ysabelle’s face dropped. “Winter, I doubt talking behind

unhappily. This woman keeps talking smack about Sophie.

clamped her mouth

to this place! Besides, what

be mad anymore. We’re all friends here,” Felix said,

friends with you?” Ysabelle huffed,

Felix patted her head.

nothing I can

his

up

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

Ysabelle saw Sophie, she

“Sit here, Soph!”

to

Charles was already sitting on her right. In other words, there was no space left

why are you still standing there?

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

having a meal. Does he really need to stick by

seat

sitting

there

the server

take up most of her time tomorrow, and there’s

a bottle of 1982 Château

of the people by the table, but when she was about to fill Sophie’s

a hot glass of milk

“Of course, mister.”

Ysabelle’s birthday today, so all of us are drinking a little. Ms. Tanner, could it be that

Tristan ignored her.

Winter turned gloomy at once. It felt as if someone had

“Happy birthday, Ysabelle!”

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