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 and

you doing?” Sophie asked in bewilderment. We’re in a bar, for goodness’ sake. I’m already dressed

Let’s go

Letitia ran

and Sophie are feeling pretty smug now, but I’m sure the Gardners will never let them off! Just wait

to rescue

son had offended,

he know what he

director, so it was natural for him to rub shoulders with

might have heard of Tristan’s name, but he had never

that Tristan was someone he should never provoke, so why was

can’t possibly leave our only son in the lurch!” Brayden’s wife,

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

“After all, you’re a famous

Brayden continued calling up his friends in

I’m a famous director with legions of fans. The CEO of Lombard Group can’t

door to the private room and ushered Sophie

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

would change his mind about Sophie after the

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

nothing to him, why would

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

Tristan instructed

to sit with Sean, leaving the two-seater couch for Tristan and

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

it turned out, Brayden had managed to find someone to intercede with

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

the phone, a flicker of annoyance crossing

for the Gardners today.

be angry, Mr. Tristan. It’s not good for your health,” Winter said as she poured him a glass of red

is it worthwhile getting so worked up

the wine, Tristan opened one of the beers on the coffee table

Everything around her was changing so rapidly that she had trouble grasping them. “Mr. Tristan,

replied. Does she expect me to report my likes and dislikes?

grabbed a beer to

Why else would she keep implying how much she knows Tristan? Then again, so what if she knows him well? He doesn’t fancy her

glass.

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