Anything For 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, 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?”
Tristan’s tone sounded especially delighted. “Whatever,” Sophie replied 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 today, all right? “Get lost!” It wasn’t every day
that she was in the mood to entertain them. “Ms. Tanner, please cooperate with us. All we want is to take one of your hands.
However, if you resist, we’ll be taking more than that.” Sophie didn’t know what to say.
My hand? She glance at her two hands. “Considering how valuable my hands are, are you expecting me to give them to you just
like that? It seems to me that you haven’t done your research before coming here.” Despite her languid expression, Sophie

exuded a murderous aura. “In that case, 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 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 crimes before had made them fearless.
“Get lost or we’ll beat you to a pulp too!” 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 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 flared his temper. Consequently,
Tristan and Sophie were stumped. The last thing Mr. Tristan feels is fear! “Sophie, step aside and wait for me. You probably don’t
need to wait long.” Tristan took off his shirt and handed it to Sophie. Considering that she could get to watch a fight, Sophie
would naturally not decline. Thus, she took Tristan’s shirt and gave him some space. Just as expected, even Tristan’s fighting
style was extremely impressive.
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.