Pursuing Her

When Sophie turned on the tap to wash her hands, the other girls crowded around her instead of heading into the cubicles.

“Sophie, what did you do? Why do so many of the professors love you? Did you sleep with them?”

“That's right! If not for her skills in bed, how did she become every professor's favorite?”

Rendered speechless, Sophie flicked the water off her hands before turning to face them.

“Have you said enough?”

“If you dare do it, why don't you dare hear it? Let me warn you; you had better stay away from Simon. He's mine!”

Sophie couldn't help but snigger.

“He's just a piece of trash, and only trash like you are taken in by him!” He's nothing but a rich playboy and probably doesn't have any redeeming qualities other than his money.

“You—”

“Get her!”

Not wanting to waste words with Sophie, the five girls, cognizant of their numerical advantage, decided to teach her a lesson.

Sophie's brow cocked in response.

It turns out that they're here for a fight!

“You should've said so if a fight is what you're looking for. Why did you have to beat around the bush? Sheesh!”

No sooner had she finished than she grabbed the long hair of her first attacker and gave it a forceful tug, immobilizing the latter at once.

“Argh!”

“You're so noisy!” Sophie was annoyed by the girl's agonized scream. What's with the overreaction? I only pulled her hair.

Given Sophie's skills, the girls were naturally no match for her.

In the end, they were all beaten to a pulp, but their injuries were located in discreet places, causing them to appear unscathed from the outside.

As for Sophie, she washed her hands again.

“Why do you insist on getting on my nerves when I specifically warned you not to? Next time, stay out of my way, as I have no time to entertain any of you!”

Considering that violence was the fastest solution, she didn't mind giving them a piece of her mind.

The matter concluded with the girls sprawled on the floor of the washroom, wallowing in their defeat.

Meanwhile, Sandra had seen the group of girls following Sophie into the restroom. Hence, she rushed over with the intention of helping.

Little did she expect to see the girls strewn across the washroom floor, juxtaposed against the standing Sophie washing her hands calmly.

“Sophie, are you all right?” There are five of them, and yet, she looks unharmed.

“Don't worry. I'm fine. Let's go now. I'll buy you a drink.” I've had enough of this weather and the scorching heat.

With that, she led Sandra out under the latter's gaze of admiration.

“And here I was, thinking of helping you out, but you ended up surprising me by taking care of them!” Despite her initial hesitance, Sandra decided to head to Sophie's rescue when she remembered all that the latter had done for her.

“You sound as if it was a shame that you missed it. I'll definitely seek out your help the next time there's trouble.”

Sandra shook her head.

“Forget it. Fighting is not my thing. I was just worried about you.” Sandra made her stand clear immediately.

“Sophie, after what you have done to them, they're not going to let it slide.” Sandra was still worried.

She knew that Sophie was good and wouldn't offend others without cause.

Therefore, it was clear to her that the group of girls crossed the line by attacking Sophie for no reason.

Just as expected, the girl who fancied Simon went crying to him.

“Simon, the rumors about Sophie being a hooligan are true. She has really gone too far by beating up the five of us girls!”

As she had a crush on Simon, she naturally hoped that he wouldn't pay attention to other girls, especially Sophie.

The latter was her worst nightmare, given her talent for seducing men.

“Greta, didn't I tell you before that I don't like you at all?” Simon asserted in a scathing tone, “What goes on between Sophie and I is none of your business.”

Simon's feelings for Sophie had grown stronger by the day.

She's such a talented girl. If I can make her my girlfriend, my family's hospital will have a fitting heir to run it.

In response, the defiant Greta questioned, “Are you not going to hold her accountable for beating you up so badly?”

“Didn't I just say that it's none of your business?” Simon was in no mood to listen to anything Greta had to say.

When he subsequently left in a huff, leaving her all alone, Greta's indignance intensified.

Meanwhile, William had personally gone to see Sophie, and it was to be their first-ever private meeting.

Even though she was caught off-guard by it, she still agreed to meet him.

The moment she appeared, the Lombard family's driver opened the car door to let her in.

Thereafter, he stood guard outside.

“Old Mr. Lombard, it's a pleasure to meet you,” Sophie greeted politely.