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.

again! Truly, I’ve never seen him so affected because of anyone in the past. Say, does love really have so much power over someone?” Charles couldn’t

lifted his

knows when love is subjective? All right, seeing that Mr. Tristan has left,

“You’re leaving as well?”

for the four

Tristan got into the car, the driver turned and queried, “Where are we going now,

the murderous aura emanating off

this since he saw Ms. Tanner getting into the SWAT car this morning, and now,

“Jipsdale Premier High.”

driver drove over to Jipsdale Premier High, Tristan didn’t alight from the car, merely sitting

phoned Sophie again, but her phone was

while I take a puff, Mr. Tristan.” Finding

Aaron stepped out of the gates of Jipsdale

continue after dinner! There’s still

competition. We really don’t need to

competition this time is outstanding, you can go to Jipsdale University directly. As

got something else to do tonight, so I’ll take

as Sophie came out, she caught sight

session today anyway.

Mr. Elswick? Don’t worry.

“Fine, then. Go, go!”

Sophie walked

go! I’ll bring you to dinner. Sophie has taken off,

away, Bailey peered over his shoulder, curious to know the identity of the person in the

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

got into

“Why are you here?”

reason. What were you busy

I just went to school as

Tristan said nothing.

wrong with you, Mr. Tristan?” Sophie sensed something

“Nothing’s wrong.”

that she was keeping

could at least

you all planning to go originally?”

wanted to take us

that refer to her and the other

out to dinner

down and instructed the driver to get back

had a stomachache, so she planned to go home to rest. Unexpectedly,

with that car, for she recognized it as the car that often dropped Sophie off

first time she beheld the man’s

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

she took out her phone.

not daring to move

Willow as well, upon which a smirk

luck to always bump