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.

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

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

without a care. No sooner had she turned around and walked to the elevator than a group of burly men jumped out of the shadows to block her way. The sight of them cause Sophie to furrow her brows. This is really annoying. I have no intention of beating anyone up

don’t blame me for showing you no mercy.” With the physics competition around the corner, Whitlea sure is itching for trouble. Although the men she sends keep 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. However, Sophie slammed a kick into his stomach. As for Tristan, who had just returned from parking his car, he was

Scarface was furious after being kicked to the ground due to his carelessness. “You’ve got guts!” Sophie snapped. I’m surprised that he actually dares to speak that way to Mr. Tristan. I wonder if he still has the same gall if he knows the person standing in front of him is Mr. Tristan. “Of course, I’ve got guts. I don’t need you to tell me that.” Scarface 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