Anything For Her

Chapter 9 Do Not Doubt His Words

Seeing that they had all left, Felix instantly made a call.

“Hey, have Zales Corporation vanish from Jipsdale in three hours.”

Only then did Selena realize the gravity of the matter.

“Who exactly are you both?”

Her knees went weak, and she couldn’t quite remain steady on her feet anymore.

“Well, he’s Tristan Lombard, whom you mentioned earlier! You wanted his niece to apologize to you? How audacious of you!”

“Tristan Lombard? He’s really Tristan Lombard?” Selena collapsed onto the couch. Gah! Why on earth did I say such things just now?

“Mr. Quillen, the Lombard family doesn’t want Ysabelle’s identity to leak out. As such, you’re not allowed to breathe a single word about the incident today.”

The Lombard family merely wanted to give Ysabelle a simple life.

“Sure, sure!” Rhett no longer dared to say anything contrary by then.

After all, it was Tristan Lombard. A single flick of his finger could have the whole of Jipsdale quaking in fear.

“As for you, Mrs. Zales, it’s best that you leave Jipsdale quickly. Don’t doubt Mr. Tristan’s words.”

Having said that, Felix strode off.

Despite my remark, Sophie was the main reason Mr. Tristan came personally today. In the past, even if Ysabelle encountered some sort of problem, he only sent us over. Does he really fancy her that much?

Meanwhile, Ysabelle was over the moon that Tristan came to school personally to help her.

“Thank you, Uncle Tristan! Don’t tell my father about this. Otherwise, he’ll kill me.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Uncle Tristan, this is my classmate and best friend, Sophie. She only got into trouble with Yvonne today because she avenged me.” Ysabelle adored Sophie.

“Have you eaten?” It’s noon now, and they probably hadn’t had lunch.

“Nope. Are you planning to treat me to lunch, Uncle Tristan? Okay, then! I want to eat the cuisine at Pegasus Pavilion!”

Tristan nodded

me, Uncle Tristan!” Ysabelle hugged his arm in

man’s icy gaze, she immediately dropped her hold on him. Oh God, how could I have forgotten that he detests

something to do, Ysabelle.” Sophie didn’t plan on eating with

her hand

for this incident today, Sophie. Thus, I insist on treating you to this meal. If you don’t go, it means that you don’t regard me as your friend.” Her tone was firm, but the expression on her face was incredibly coy. “Please? Pretty please? It’s just lunch. My uncle isn’t going

Cough! Cough! Felix couldn’t help coughing. Perhaps Mr. Tristan really wants to eat her

you, Mr. Northley? Go to the hospital and get yourself checked up if

I’m fine.” Felix swiftly waved a dismissive hand before saying, “I’ll make a reservation

afraid of girls like Ysabelle, who was cute and kittenish, for she couldn’t bring herself to turn the latter

nodded since it was just a

drive the car over. You guys can wait for me here.” Felix promptly trotted off to get

Tristan personally

“Go in.”

cling to Sophie longer. Alas, a look

the car door to

“After you.”

clear as day that his attitude toward her was far

moved inward. Tristan climbed in as well. The two of them sat side

seized him. He’s being too obvious, isn’t he? But is he really serious about a girl

do you like to eat, Sophie?” Ysabelle turned

“I’m not picky.”

of her smiling countenance, Sophie truly couldn’t bring herself to be harsh and unrelenting. Verily, she resembled

her questions every so often. In fact, she was the one doing

always wore a chilly expression with

at Pegasus Pavilion, the manager was

he instantly stepped forward and

Ms.

until Sophie had also gotten

had already helped Ysabelle open the car door. After getting out, she

go in, Sophie! We’re going to the washroom first, Uncle Tristan!” After saying

then alighted from the car and went over to

things, she’s very fond of her.” After all, she has never given us

Naturally, Tristan discerned

from the situation, you’ve got to depend on Ysabelle if

Tristan headed straight to the

Ysabelle

me do the introductions, Sophie! This is my uncle, Tristan Lombard. In the future, you can follow me and address