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?

his suit jacket

 We’re in a bar, for goodness’ sake.

nothing. Let’s go

seething with anger, Letitia ran off

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

sent people to rescue Trevor when

his son had offended, he was rendered

he know what he has

famous director, so it was natural for him to

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

he had always known that Tristan was someone he should never provoke, so why was his son dumb enough to

our only son

goodness’ sake! No one in Jipsdale or even Chanaea dares to aggravate him! It’s all your fault. You’re home every day, yet you’ve failed to

“After all, you’re a famous director.

Brayden continued calling up his friends in a bid to track

Group can’t possibly make me his enemy and risk incurring the wrath of everyone,

ushered Sophie in, causing everyone inside

waist, Felix roared with laughter. “Sophie, what

Tristan would change his mind about

only had he brought Sophie to the party, but he had also

him, why would he mind that

 Unique? So be it. What baffles me more

over,” Tristan

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

had just taken their seats when Tristan’s phone

he scoffed, “Well, what 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

out, Brayden had managed to find

Sophie mused, surprised that the director could find

up the phone, a flicker

don’t care who tries to intercede for the

not good for your health,”

is it worthwhile getting

drinking the wine, Tristan opened one of the beers on

was shocked. Everything around her was changing so rapidly that she had trouble grasping them. “Mr. Tristan, didn’t you use to dislike drinking

need to be so strict,” Tristan replied. Does she expect me to

too, had grabbed a

she? Why else would she keep implying how much she knows Tristan? Then again,

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

so cut her some slack, Tristan,” Charles chimed in.