Anything For Her

Chapter 217 Violence In Art “Sophie, why don’t you just spend the night here? Both of us can bunk together.” Since she was on winter break, she would be holed up at home most of the time. As a result, there wouldn’t be many opportunities to spend time with Sophie. “Not this time. If you’re free, you should take a look at the video I sent you.” Yesterday, she had already emailed Ysabelle the video from their lessons. “Also, a vocal coach would be getting in contact to give you lessons. Remember to check your WhatsApp.”

Since she had decided to give Ysabelle a taste of the entertainment industry, she had made all the arrangements to prepare the latter for it. “All right, boss, I know what to do. Don’t worry. I won’t let any of you down,” Ysabelle declared. Nonetheless, she was still reluctant to let Sophie go. Sophie is mine. Why does Uncle Tristan insist on taking her away from me? That’s just too much of him! However, the moment she saw Tristan’s stern expression, Ysabelle had no choice but to submit. What else can I say? Am I even in a position to say anything? Within the Lombard family, Uncle Tristan is the final authority.

“Uncle Tristan, drive safely.” Ysabelle put on a cutesy look. Obviously, buttering up with Uncle Tristan can never be wrong. Meanwhile, Tristan opened the car door for Sophie to get in, for she had been standing out in the freezing cold for a long time. “I’m not coming back tonight,” Tristan briefly commented before getting into the car and driving off. Ysabelle grabbed Sarah’s hand at once. “Aunt Sarah, what does Uncle Tristan mean by that? Sophie isn’t an adult yet. What is Uncle Tristan planning to do?” Ysabelle’s reaction caused Sarah to burst into laughter. “He meant exactly what he said.”

you to worry, all right? As a result, Sarah quickly pulled Ysabelle away so that she didn’t have any time to let her dwell on the matter. Even though she’s concerned about Sophie, that’s her uncle we’re talking about. Doesn’t she know whose side she should be taking? On the way home, Sophie stared out the window at the snow that

tone sounded especially delighted. “Whatever,” Sophie replied without a care. No sooner had she turned around and walked to the elevator than a group of burly men jumped out of the shadows to block her way. The sight of them cause Sophie to furrow her brows. This is really annoying. I have no intention of beating anyone up today, all right? “Get lost!” It wasn’t every day that she was in the mood to entertain them. “Ms. Tanner, please cooperate with us. All we want is to take one of your hands. However, if you resist, we’ll be taking more than that.” Sophie didn’t know what to

still no match for me. “Let’s not waste any more time talking to her. What can a little girl like her do to us?” Another man had a scar on his face which made him look especially ugly. “Be careful!” “What the f*ck!” Scarface lunged forward to attack. However, Sophie slammed a kick into his stomach. As for Tristan, who had just returned from parking his car, he was greeted by the sight of the altercation. It seems trouble follows Sophie wherever she goes! Within the short time I’ve taken to park my car,

that.” Scarface was raring to tear Sophie apart. “Our female boss has ordered us to smash one of your hands.” “Female boss?” Tristan’s voice turned icy cold. Who gave her the cheek to demand that one of Sophie’s hands get smashed? “Do you mean Whitlea?” “That’s right. I’m sure you’re terrified now. Hence, you had better scram.” Scarface flared his temper. Consequently, Tristan and Sophie were stumped. The last thing Mr. Tristan feels is fear! “Sophie, step aside and wait for me. You probably don’t need to wait long.” Tristan took