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.

Sophie returned to Wisteria Apartments, she took a shower

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

go. Felix is going to have an early celebration for Ysabelle’s birthday,

Gold Sea Club. The place

Tristan and Sophie entered the car, Ysabelle

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

can start eating first

not. You can take your time. There’s no

Ysabelle ended

take a little while longer. Soph’s a little

say it must

one who spoke was

about Soph. If she says that she’s busy,

upset to hear Winter talk

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

Ysabelle’s face dropped. “Winter, I doubt

busy,” Charles uttered unhappily. This woman keeps talking smack about Sophie. If Tristan were to hear

her

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

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

you?” Ysabelle

Felix patted her head.

nothing I

his hand

up

to the

Ysabelle saw

“Sit here, Soph!”

Sophie to a

right. In other words, there was no space left for Tristan to

still

Tristan looking at him, he stood up and offered his

having a meal. Does he really need to stick by

seat

sitting by Tristan’s other

sitting there as long as

asked the server

her time tomorrow, and there’s nothing I can do about it, so I’ll be celebrating her birthday here today. Thank you

bottle of

server then filled the glasses of the people by the table, but when she was about to

a hot glass

“Of course, mister.”

birthday today, so all of us are drinking a little. Ms. Tanner, could it be that you’re not of age yet?” Winter

Tristan ignored her.

Winter turned gloomy at once. It felt as if someone

“Happy birthday, Ysabelle!”