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?

jacket

doing?” Sophie asked in bewilderment. We’re in a bar, for goodness’ sake.

nothing. Let’s go

with anger, Letitia ran off to

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

expected, Brayden immediately sent people to rescue Trevor when he got the

his son had offended,

he know what he has

famous director, so it was natural for him to

name, but he had never met the latter in person

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

possibly leave our only son

for 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 educate

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

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

CEO of Lombard Group can’t possibly

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

the suit jacket around Sophie’s waist, Felix roared with laughter. “Sophie, what a

initially thought that Tristan would change his mind about Sophie after the earlier

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

to him, why would he mind that others were

Felix’s comment. Unique? So be it. What baffles me

over,” Tristan

with

taken their

seconds, 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

managed to find

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

up the phone, a flicker of annoyance crossing

the Gardners today.

angry, Mr. Tristan. It’s not good for your health,” Winter said as she

worthwhile getting so worked

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

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

strict,” Tristan replied. Does she expect me to report my likes

too, had grabbed a beer to

keep implying how much she knows Tristan? Then

glass. “That’s not what I

tonight to celebrate Winter’s success, so cut her some slack, Tristan,” Charles chimed in. He couldn’t bear to see his sister being so infatuated with