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.

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

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 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. “I’m going up. You should go back and rest early too.” “I already said that I’m not going home.” Sophie was speechless. “Therefore, can you

no intention of beating anyone up today, all right? “Get lost!” It wasn’t every

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. 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, she’s already in a fight with men who look like gangsters. In spite of Tristan’s appearance, the burly men were unfazed. After all, committing plenty of

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