Pursuing Her

Chapter 1 Do Not Move

It was annoyingly hot in Horington by the time June arrived.

After the self-study session ended at night, Sophie Tanner waited till the other students filed out before she got on her bicycle. She took the road to a quiet alley to head home. It might be deserted, but she could shorten her journey by over ten minutes.

Before she could cycle out of the alley, she caught a whiff of blood with her keen nose.

Sophie was pretty familiar with the scent of blood. Other girls would’ve fled the scene if they were in her shoes.

However, Sophie was no ordinary young woman. She continued riding on her bicycle as though nothing had happened.

Indeed, five minutes later, she saw a fight happening in this desolate alley.

One of Sophie’s feet was on the ground, and the other was on the pedal. She stuck one hand into her pocket and held her bicycle with the other as she whistled loudly to catch the others’ attention.

There were over a dozen tall men beating a man up. As there were no lights in the alley, she peered at the man who was surrounded by the rest under the moonlight.

Looks like he’s the one who got hurt.

Hearing Sophie’s whistle, everyone present turned to look at her.

“Scram!”

As she was tall, skinny, and clad in her school uniform, the leader of the attackers barked at her furiously.

Sophie’s brow knitted together impatiently.

“You’re blocking my way.”

“You have a death wish!” the leader snarled testily. They had gone to great lengths before getting the opportunity to take action against Tristan Lombard.

Anyone who stopped them from doing that would have to die.

It only took one look from him to get two men to march toward Sophie.

Glancing at her watch, Sophie realized it was already half past ten at night.

Before they could lay a hand on her, Sophie placed her other foot on the pedal and cycled toward the men in black swiftly.

the blink of an eye, she managed to hit one man with

Sophie whipped around and kicked

realized he had overestimated

have much time left. If Tristan’s men arrived, they wouldn’t be able to take him out any

barely alive when he heard the leader’s order. He

initially planned to leave after teaching the men a

happened to walk past Tristan and caught a glimpse of him. Suddenly, her bicycle halted to a stop even though she had

changed her mind. I’m going to do a kind act today.

moment, she turned her bicycle around and

any weapons, she

bicycle as leverage,

when they realized how

them!” the

to

“You’re still alive?”

going

to continue their conversation,

all easily. Her actions were cool yet

the men had been beaten to a pulp, Sophie kicked the person who was blocking

want to continue poking her

got onto her bicycle nimbly. It was almost eleven, so she needed to get home

bicycle remained rooted to the spot

realized Tristan had grabbed the

were flashing with fury, for it was

do

“Thank you.”

that said, he fainted and lost

ever. In the end, she helped him up and used up all her might to place him on the rear seat of her

shot, Sophie dared not bring him

was too sensitive. She was pretty satisfied with her current life and didn’t want

gunshot wound wasn’t dealt with, he would meet his doom before the

Horington University. She

on the dissection

pulled out a surgical gown and put

anesthetics around. He had fainted,

surgical gloves, Sophie grabbed a pair of scissors and cut Tristan’s bloodied shirt into