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?

Tristan removed his suit jacket

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

nothing. Let’s

Letitia ran off

fine, won’t he? Tristan and Sophie are feeling pretty smug now, but I’m sure the Gardners will

people to rescue

who his son had offended, he

Does he know what

so it was natural

Tristan’s name, but he had never met

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

our only son in the lurch!” Brayden’s wife, Valerie,

rage. “Why don’t you tell me? We’re up against Mr. Tristan, for goodness’ sake! No one in Jipsdale or

all, you’re

Brayden continued calling up his friends in a bid

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

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

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

thought that Tristan would change his

had he brought Sophie to the party, but he had

would he mind that others

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

Tristan

got up to sit with Sean, leaving

had just taken their seats when Tristan’s phone

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

to find someone to intercede with Tristan

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

up the phone, a

the Gardners

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

getting so worked

drinking the wine, Tristan opened one of the beers on

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

there’s no need to be so strict,” Tristan replied. Does she expect me to report my likes and

had grabbed a

would she keep implying how much she knows

around the glass. “That’s not what I

right. We’re here tonight to celebrate Winter’s success, so cut her some slack, Tristan,” Charles chimed in. He couldn’t bear to see his