Anything For Her

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.

took a shower and changed into a set of

into the trash can, but when she thought about how the housekeeper was going to notice it, she tied up the trash bag

Ysabelle’s birthday, and Ysabelle told me that

at Gold Sea Club. The place was the most luxurious five-star

Sophie

matter with my uncle? Why does he need to take so long to

so you guys can start eating first if

You can take your time. There’s no

Ysabelle

while longer. Soph’s a little busy right

busy about? I’d say it must be

one who spoke was

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

hear Winter talk

by it. I just don’t think tardiness is

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

busy,” Charles uttered unhappily. This woman keeps talking smack about Sophie. If Tristan were to hear her, even I wouldn’t be

her mouth

to come to this place! Besides, what kind of witch is Sophie to make Ysabelle

all friends here,” Felix said, trying

friends with you?” Ysabelle huffed, still

Felix patted her head.

I

his

messing up

server opened the door to

moment Ysabelle saw Sophie,

“Sit here, Soph!”

to a

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

why are you still standing there? Take

saw Tristan looking at him, he stood up and offered his seat to

just having a meal. Does he really need to

seat without any

was sitting

care why Tristan was sitting there as long as

the server

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

bottle of 1982 Château

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

hot glass of milk for

“Of course, mister.”

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

Tristan ignored her.

the same, and Winter turned gloomy at once. It

“Happy birthday, Ysabelle!”