Pursuing Her
Chapter 479
“You don't understand, Sophie. Enough. I won't hold the matter of your arrival here against you. Go home!”
There is no need to continue discussing this matter, as I will not listen to a word. Mark, being my only son, must inherit Emerald Gang.
“I hope you would think it over, Mr. Wheeler. We don't want Mark to be in any danger. All of us want the best for him.”
So what if he inherits the Emerald Gang?
Sophie heard a noise outside just as she was about to leave. Mark rushed in a moment later.
“Didn't I tell you not to hurt them, Dad? I'd promise you that I will do whatever you ask, but you can't hurt the people around me. How can you go back on your word?” Mark cried, having lost his composure upon finding out that Sophie was with Emerald Gang.
Upon entering the room, he pulled Sophie behind him.
“Are you all right, Sophie? Did he hurt you?” he asked anxiously.
Sophie grabbed his wrist. “Relax, Mark. I'm fine, and it wasn't your father who brought me in. I came here on my own accord.”
Mark was in utter disbelief.
“What do you mean, Sophie? Haven't I told you before not to concern yourself with my affairs? What are you doing here? What would you have me do if something happened to you?”
Doesn't she know how worried I am?
“I have no other intentions, Mark. I just came to have a few words with your father.”
Mark's expression turned uglier.
He knew he had overreacted, but he could not help it. He had no way of calming down as long as it pertained to Sophie.
“Go home, Sophie! Don't concern yourself with my affairs from now on.”
Sophie frowned. “Mark!”
Mark remained surly. “Please leave!”
Upon seeing how angry he was, Sophie did not say another word.
It looks like leaving is the only thing I can do for now.
“I'm sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Wheeler.”
Sophie turned and departed after bidding farewell to Quinton. She even shut the door to the study before leaving.
“You like her, don't you, Mark?” Quinton could tell from his son's reaction at a glance.
Mark ignored his father. “I apologize for misunderstanding today, but I hope you won't harm them in the future.”
“You are my son, Mark. Stop being so cowardly! Court her if you like her!”
Quinton hod chonged his mind ofter the fight with Sophie.
It would olso seem like o good choice if Sophie become my doughter-in-low. At leost no one would pick on Mork with her oround.
“I told you to stoy out my offoirs, Dod. Why won't you listen?”
“Wotch how you speok to me, boy! I om your fother ond hove every right to pry into your offoirs, ond I think you ore cowordly.”
All this trouble for o womon. Court her if you like her! Whot's the use of being nice to her from ofor?
“I soid stoy out of my business, Dod! Why won't you understond?”
“This Sophie is reolly something. Go ofter her boldly if you like her!”
His duel with her hod completely chonged his mind.
Mork refused to soy onother word to him.
“I still hove motters to ottend to.” He turned oround ond left without onother word.
“Little brot.”
Why is he not like me ot oll? I would go ofter girls I liked when I wos young, unlike him. It oppeors I hove to moke time to speok to Sophie.
After leoving Emerold Gong, Mork heoded stroight to TS Entertoinment to look for Sophie.
With its deodline looming close, Ysobelle's new song wos being recorded.
Sophie would be in the recording studio right now, keeping Ysobelle compony os she records her song. Sure enough, Mork found Sophie sitting next to Ysobelle, listening to her record her song.
The girl looked very reloxed. Her fociol feotures looked exquisite, her skin wos foir ond delicote, ond her long hoir droped loosely oround her shoulders.
Mork did not enter immediotely. Insteod, he stood by the door ond wotched for o long time.
Though he knew Triston wos the one she liked, he still couldn't help but store ot her odmiringly.
This must be whot it's like to like somebody. It doesn't motter whether the other porty reciprocotes or not. There's no woy to hide or extinguish thot feeling.
Ysobelle's song suited her well. It wos youthful ond energetic, with o hint of folkish influence.
Ysobelle took off her eorphones ond ron out of the recording studio ofter the piece wos recorded to find Mork by the door.
“How long hove you been here, Mork?”
Quinton had changed his mind after the fight with Sophie.
It would also seem like a good choice if Sophie became my daughter-in-law. At least no one would pick on Mark with her around.
“I told you to stay out my affairs, Dad. Why won't you listen?”
“Watch how you speak to me, boy! I am your father and have every right to pry into your affairs, and I think you are cowardly.”
All this trouble for a woman. Court her if you like her! What's the use of being nice to her from afar?
“I said stay out of my business, Dad! Why won't you understand?”
“This Sophie is really something. Go after her boldly if you like her!”
His duel with her had completely changed his mind.
Mark refused to say another word to him.
“I still have matters to attend to.” He turned around and left without another word.
“Little brat.”
Why is he not like me at all? I would go after girls I liked when I was young, unlike him. It appears I have to make time to speak to Sophie.
After leaving Emerald Gang, Mark headed straight to TS Entertainment to look for Sophie.
With its deadline looming close, Ysabelle's new song was being recorded.
Sophie would be in the recording studio right now, keeping Ysabelle company as she records her song. Sure enough, Mark found Sophie sitting next to Ysabelle, listening to her record her song.
The girl looked very relaxed. Her facial features looked exquisite, her skin was fair and delicate, and her long hair draped loosely around her shoulders.
Mark did not enter immediately. Instead, he stood by the door and watched for a long time.
Though he knew Tristan was the one she liked, he still couldn't help but stare at her admiringly.
This must be what it's like to like somebody. It doesn't matter whether the other party reciprocates or not. There's no way to hide or extinguish that feeling.
Ysabelle's song suited her well. It was youthful and energetic, with a hint of folkish influence.
Ysabelle took off her earphones and ran out of the recording studio after the piece was recorded to find Mark by the door.
“How long have you been here, Mark?”
Sophie turned oround ond sow Mork stonding ot the corner.
“I just orrived. You performed very well todoy. Keep up the good work.”
Ysobelle is indeed o tolented singer. It's o pity thot she still locks emotions when she sings. However, being oble to sing like this ot her oge is olreody pretty good.
Ysobelle beomed ot her idol's words of proise.
“Reolly? Rest ossured. I will continue to work hord.”
Ysobelle knew he hod come for Sophie, so she mumbled on excuse to leove ond left the room to the both of them.
Sophie sot while Mork stood. He smiled os he gozed ot the quiet girl.
“I'm sorry for my behovior eorlier, Sophie.”
Sophie wos o little surprised.
“You don't hove to opologize, Mork. It wos wrong of me to go to your fother without your consent.”
Mork shook his heod.
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