Pursuing Her

Chapter 74 Going Off The Deep End

Thinking that he might have dialed the wrong number, Tristan put his phone down and glanced at it.

It’s Sophie’s phone number all right. Then, who’s the man who answered the phone? Is it the man this morning? So, she’s been with him all this while?

Something astringent welled within him. Verily, he was very much unfamiliar with such emotion.

“Is Sophie there?” His voice was frightfully glacial as though dripping ice.

“I’m sorry, but she’s currently occupied. I’ll have her phone you back when she’s free.”

Bailey hung up right after saying that.

Sophie was totally focused as she conducted the experiment, so she didn’t bother asking who exactly phoned her.

Meanwhile, Tristan’s expression turned even darker.

“Are you okay, Mr. Tristan?” Felix inquired cautiously.

Why is he wearing such an expression? He has been on the brink of blowing his top the whole of today, and he’s even more terrifying now!

Again, Tristan phoned Sophie.

This time, it was Aaron who answered the call.

“You’re already told that she’s busy. Can’t you understand that?”

He loathed people calling when he was conducting experiments. This time, he turned the phone off right away.

Tristan was dumbstruck.

Noticing that the man was on the verge of going off the deep end, Felix didn’t even dare to breathe.

Tristan’s expression was really intriguing since that was the first time someone dared to speak to him in such a manner.

“Who was it, Mr. Tristan? I’ll go and end him!”

Felix was truly afraid, for it was petrifying when the man lost his temper.

“No, it’s okay.”

Tristan’s voice was close to subzero temperature. Felix cast a glance at Sean, who sat across from him.

On the contrary, Sean was calm and unruffled as though it had nothing to do with him. But then again, that made sense considering his occupation.

“You guys enjoy yourselves. I’m leaving first.” Getting to his feet, Tristan snagged his suit jacket from the couch and draped it over his wrist before leaving.

“Mr. Tristan…”

Felix wanted to persuade him to stay, but he had already left.

so affected because of anyone in the past. Say, does love really have so much power over someone?”

lifted his

love is subjective? All right, seeing that Mr. Tristan has left, I’m leaving

“You’re leaving as well?”

been really difficult for the

the driver turned

cautious when he asked that question, for the murderous aura

Ms. Tanner getting into the SWAT car this

“Jipsdale Premier High.”

Premier High, Tristan didn’t alight from the car, merely sitting

phoned Sophie again, but her phone was turned

excuse me while I take a puff, Mr. Tristan.” Finding the atmosphere scary, the

Aaron stepped out of the gates of Jipsdale Premier High with Bailey and

after dinner! There’s

long time before the physics competition. We really don’t need to be

this time is a national competition, Bailey! If your performance in the physics competition this time is outstanding, you can go to Jipsdale University directly. As such, we must

there’s still much time left. Mr. Elswick, I’ve still got something else to do tonight, so I’ll

came out, she

have a self-study session today anyway. What

me some freedom, Mr. Elswick? Don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you during the

“Fine, then. Go, go!”

Sophie walked

off, so you can’t do the same.” Aaron dragged Bailey

over his shoulder, curious to know the

Tristan saw Sophie heading over, he swung open the car door

got into

“Why are you here?”

particular reason. What were you busy

just went to school as

Tristan said nothing.

with you, Mr. Tristan?” Sophie sensed something

“Nothing’s wrong.”

flooded Tristan that she was keeping

could at least

you all planning to

Mr. Elswick wanted to take us

to her and the

you out to

and instructed the driver to get back into the

had a stomachache, so she planned to go home to rest. Unexpectedly, she spotted Tristan’s

was all too familiar with that car, for she recognized it as the car that often dropped

she beheld

and striking. In fact, if he were to join the entertainment industry, he

her phone. Alas, Tristan swung his

promptly stilled, not daring

Willow as well, upon which a smirk tugged at her

rotten luck to always bump