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?

suit jacket and tied it around Sophie’s

bar, for goodness’ sake. I’m

Let’s

Letitia ran off to inform

won’t he? Tristan and Sophie are feeling pretty smug

sent people to rescue Trevor when he got

his son had offended, he

know

famous director, so it was natural

might have heard of Tristan’s name, but he had

was someone he should never provoke, so why was his son dumb

we do, then? We can’t possibly leave our only son in the lurch!” Brayden’s wife,

flew into a rage. “Why don’t you tell me? We’re up against Mr. Tristan, for goodness’ sake! No one in Jipsdale or even Chanaea dares to aggravate

on your connections, can’t you?” Valerie pleaded. “After all, you’re

choice, Brayden continued calling up his friends in a bid to track down

right. I’m a famous director with legions of fans. The CEO of Lombard Group can’t possibly make me his enemy and

the door to the private room and ushered Sophie in, causing

jacket around Sophie’s waist, Felix roared

would change his mind about Sophie after the earlier episode with

not only had he brought Sophie to the party, but he had also shown just how much he cared

why would he mind that others were looking at

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

Tristan instructed

the latter got up to sit with Sean, leaving the

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

do you think? His son pissed me off, so why shouldn’t I teach him a lesson to keep him in line? I won’t kill him, but if he continues antagonizing me, don’t

Brayden had managed to find someone to

influence?” Sophie mused, surprised

the phone, a flicker of annoyance crossing his

care who tries to intercede for the Gardners today. No

not good for your health,” Winter said as she poured him a glass

worthwhile getting so worked up for

one of the beers on the coffee table and took a

changing so rapidly that she had trouble grasping them.

replied. Does she expect me

too, had grabbed a

me up, isn’t she? Why else would she keep implying how much she knows Tristan? Then again,

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

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