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.

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

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 to

early celebration for Ysabelle’s birthday, and Ysabelle told me that I

Club. The

as Tristan and Sophie entered the

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

you guys can start eating first if

You can take your time. There’s

that, Ysabelle ended the

while longer. Soph’s a little busy right

it must

who spoke was

way you’re talking about Soph. If she says that she’s busy,

Winter talk about Sophie in

anything by it. I just don’t

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

keeps talking smack about Sophie. If

clamped her mouth

have wanted to come to this place! Besides, what kind of witch is Sophie

all friends here,” Felix

you?” Ysabelle huffed, still

Felix patted her head.

 There’s really nothing I can do about

his

messing up my

server opened the door to the room, and Tristan

saw Sophie,

“Sit here, Soph!”

Sophie to

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

are you still standing there? Take a

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

having a meal. Does he really need to stick by

took Charles’ seat

Winter was sitting

did not care why Tristan was sitting there as long as she was sitting

asked the server to

having her birthday tomorrow. Old Mr. Lombard will surely take up most of her time tomorrow, and there’s nothing I can do about it, so I’ll

opened a bottle of 1982

filled the glasses of the people by the table, but when

a hot glass of milk for

“Of course, mister.”

us are drinking a little. Ms. Tanner, could it be that you’re not of age

Tristan ignored her.

same, and Winter turned gloomy at once. It felt as

“Happy birthday, Ysabelle!”