Anything For Her

Terrified, Trevor started groveling at Tristan’s feet.

The latter turned to look at Sophie. “Well? What do you think we should do?”

“Miss, I was wrong. I’ve made a big mistake. Please let me off!” Trevor begged, hoping Sophie would be soft-hearted enough to speak up for him.

At that moment, five strapping men entered the bar and walked up to Sophie. “Ms. Tanner, we’re here.”

“Mr. Gardner loves having fun with men. You guys like that, don’t you? Take him away! You can do whatever you like to him, but make sure to keep him alive.”

“Yes, Ms. Tanner!”

“N-No! Ms. Tanner, I was wrong! I won’t do it again!” Trevor pleaded.

A cold grin crept across Sophie’s face. “Didn’t you say you were amazing in bed? Have you forgotten that you wanted to play with Mr. Tristan too?”

“I didn’t know he—”

“Enough!” Sophie interrupted. “You said you love having fun, so I got plenty of people to play with you. By the way, they don’t need your money, so you can enjoy yourself without spending a dime! Take him away! What an eyesore.”

With that, two of the burly men pulled Trevor to his feet.

“Let’s go, Mr. Gardner! Stop resisting. Otherwise, don’t blame us if you get hurt.”

Seeing the scene unfold in front of her, Letitia hurried over.

“What are you guys doing? Let go of Mr. Gardner this instance, or I’ll call the police!”

“You’d better mind your own business, Ms. Gatrell! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself after all that you’ve done? What gives you the right to stand here and lecture us?” one of the men said before dragging Trevor away.

Now that Sophie had instructed them, they’d make doubly sure not to kill Trevor from all the fun they were about to have with him.

“Well?” Sophie asked as she turned to Tristan. “Are you pleased with that resolution?”

“Not really, but I can still accept it.”

“Y-You… You guys have gone too far! Do you know who his father is? He’s none other than—”

Before Letitia could finish her words, Sophie interrupted, “So? Do you want to go with him? If that’s what you desire, I can call my men back to take you along. You can all have a wild night together.”

Urgh. Letitia is seriously testing my patience. Doesn’t she know how tiring it is to teach people a lesson?

removed his suit jacket and tied it around

Sophie asked in bewilderment. We’re in a bar, for goodness’ sake. I’m already dressed very modestly

Let’s

anger, Letitia ran off

fine, won’t he? Tristan and Sophie are feeling pretty smug now, but I’m sure the Gardners will never let them

to rescue Trevor when he

son had offended, he was rendered

he know what he has

so it was natural for

of Tristan’s name, but he had never met the latter in person

that, he had always known that Tristan was someone he should never provoke,

then? We can’t possibly leave our

goodness’ sake! No one in Jipsdale or even Chanaea dares to aggravate him! It’s all your fault.

can rely on your connections, can’t you?” Valerie pleaded. “After all, you’re a famous director. I’m sure Mr. Tristan would go

with no other choice, Brayden continued calling up his friends in a bid to track

with legions of fans. The CEO of Lombard Group can’t

door to the private room and ushered Sophie in, causing

Sophie’s waist, Felix roared with laughter. “Sophie, what a

that Tristan would change his mind

he brought Sophie to the party, but he had also shown just how much he cared about

to him, why would he mind that others were

comment. Unique? So be it. What baffles me more is why Mr. Tristan doesn’t seem too

Tristan

got up to sit with Sean, leaving the two-seater couch for

couple had just taken their seats when Tristan’s phone started

so why shouldn’t I teach him a lesson to keep him in line? I won’t kill him, but if

had managed to find someone to intercede with Tristan on his

had that much influence?” Sophie mused, surprised that the director could find people willing to

up the phone, a flicker of annoyance

for the Gardners today. No amount of

be angry, Mr. Tristan. It’s not good for your health,” Winter

getting so worked up

of drinking the wine, Tristan opened one of the beers on the coffee table and took a

trouble grasping them. “Mr. Tristan, didn’t you use to dislike

strict,” Tristan replied. Does she expect

grabbed

would she keep implying how much she knows Tristan?

around the glass. “That’s not what I meant,

so cut her some slack, Tristan,” Charles chimed in. He couldn’t bear to see his sister being