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

in a bar, for goodness’ sake.

Let’s

Letitia ran

feeling pretty smug now, but I’m sure the Gardners will never

to rescue Trevor when he

who his son

Does he know

was natural for him to rub shoulders with

might have heard of Tristan’s name, but he

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

should we do, then? We can’t possibly leave our only son in

me? We’re up against Mr. Tristan, 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

Valerie pleaded. “After all, you’re a famous director.

Brayden continued calling up his

of fans. The CEO of Lombard Group can’t possibly make me his enemy and

and ushered Sophie in, causing everyone inside

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

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

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

why would

shrugged off Felix’s comment. Unique? So be it. What baffles me more is why Mr. Tristan

over,” Tristan instructed

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

had just taken their seats when Tristan’s phone

few seconds, he scoffed, “Well, what do you think? His son pissed me off, so why shouldn’t I teach him a lesson

managed to find someone to intercede with

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

phone, a flicker of

the Gardners today. No amount of pleading

health,” Winter said

is it worthwhile getting

Tristan opened one of the beers on the coffee

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

strict,” Tristan replied. Does she expect me to report my likes and dislikes? How

grabbed a beer to

trying to show me up, isn’t she? Why else would she keep implying how much she knows Tristan? Then again, so what if she

her grip around the glass. “That’s

celebrate Winter’s success, so cut her some slack, Tristan,” Charles chimed