Pursuing 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.

back tonight,” Tristan briefly commented before getting into the car and driving off. Ysabelle

know whose side she should be taking? On the way home, Sophie stared out the window at the snow that blanketed the streets as if she was deep in thought. The atmosphere in the car was extremely quiet with neither of them saying a word. It wasn’t until they arrived at Wisteria Apartments that Sophie removed her seatbelt.

intention of beating anyone up today, all right? “Get lost!” It wasn’t every day

getting stronger, they are unfortunately 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.

“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