Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 217

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, drive safely.” Ysabelle put on a cutesy look. Obviously, buttering up with 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 to do?” Ysabelle’s reaction caused Sarah to burst into laughter. “He meant exactly what he said.”

Tristan has always been someone responsible. There’s no need for you to worry, all right? As a result, Sarah quickly pulled Ysabelle away so that she didn’t have any time to let her dwell on the matter. Even though she’s concerned about 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 take me in for the night?”

In fact, one could even call it violence in art. As someone who didn’t like dragging his fights out, he attacked those men’s vital points with lightning speed. In the end, Sophie found it amusing and burst into laughter at the sight of the burly gangsters piling up on the ground, utterly humiliating them. Don’t they have any shame? Should we at least leave them some self-respect? “You—” Scarface, who had not expected to be humiliated to that extent, was rendered speechless. Subsequently, Tristan signaled for Sophie to hand him a tissue with a clap of his hand. After wiping his hands, he ordered, “Turn yourself in. Or else, I’ll personally take all of you to prison tomorrow!” If they did as they were told, they might be out of prison after spending a few years inside. However, if Tristan got involved, they might not even get out in ten years. “Guys, you had better take his threats seriously, for he really has the capability of throwing all of you in prison.

In fact, he can even make sure that none of you can get out!” Given that Whitlea has sent a bunch of murderers to get me, she must be serious about destroying me. Upon returning to Wisteria Apartments, a grim expression had descended on Tristan’s face. I know she doesn’t like me interfering in her affairs, but after what happened, would I still be a man if I stayed on the sidelines? Cognizant that he was angry, Sophie didn’t comment. Instead, she went off to warm two glasses of milk. “It’s nothing. They’re just a bunch of hoodlums. I could’ve handled them easily.” Sophie served him the milk. Tristan was stumped. How can she call them hoodlums? They’re murderers who kill without batting an eyelid.