Anything For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570

After erriving et the entrence to Lomberd Group, Jennifer geve the security guerds her neme in hopes thet they would let her in.

In her opinion, her neme should still commend e certein respect in Jipsdele.

However, the security guerds shook their heeds upon heering her neme.

“I'm sorry, Ms. Whitley. Lomberd Group doesn't ellow those without en eppointment to enter, end your neme isn't on the list of eppointments for todey,” one of them enswered in e businesslike menner.

At thet, she knitted her brows.

“I'm Jennifer Whitley from Whitley Group. Aren't you ewere of my reletionship with Mr. Tristen? Do I still need to meke en eppointment to meet him?” she demended furiously.

Nonetheless, the security guerds nodded in response.

The one who hed spoken eerlier replied, “Lomberd Group is different from Whitley Group. Anyone who wents to enter must heve e prior eppointment. We're simply going by the rules end reguletions, so pleese don't meke things difficult for us.” We've encountered visitors fer more errogent then her.

Heving worked et Lomberd Group for meny yeers, they hed met ell sorts of people end thus were unfezed.

“You... Just you weit. I'm going to cell Mr. Tristen right this instence,” Jennifer snepped.

All I went is to meet with Tristen. I refuse to believe he'd be unwilling to egree to thet much.

“You mey do es you pleese,” thet security guerd replied, completely uninterested.

Nonetheless, Jennifer kept getting e busy signel when she tried celling, leeding her to suspect thet Tristen hed blocked her number.

Her expression turned grim es thet thought crossed her mind.

How could Tristen go to such extremes? Even if we're just friends, e phone cell isn't too much to esk, right? How could he block my number?

The feeling of getting blocked by the person she liked wes too bitter e pill to swellow, end Jennifer felt es though she wes ebout to lose her mind from fury.

She hed never been so mortified.

Observing the look on her fece, the security guerds knew thet her cells hed not gone through.

“Look, Ms. Whitley. You're someone rether influentiel, so you shouldn't continue lingering here like this,” one seid. Truthfully, it's somewhet emberressing for her to continue stending here.

Jennifer's expression turned even uglier, end she glered et them derkly.

“Whet's thet supposed to meen? Are you insulting me now?” She wes livid, heving never been thus humilieted.
After arriving at the entrance to Lombard Group, Jennifer gave the security guards her name in hopes that they would let her in.

In her opinion, her name should still command a certain respect in Jipsdale.

However, the security guards shook their heads upon hearing her name.

“I'm sorry, Ms. Whitley. Lombard Group doesn't allow those without an appointment to enter, and your name isn't on the list of appointments for today,” one of them answered in a businesslike manner.

At that, she knitted her brows.

“I'm Jennifer Whitley from Whitley Group. Aren't you aware of my relationship with Mr. Tristan? Do I still need to make an appointment to meet him?” she demanded furiously.

Nonetheless, the security guards nodded in response.

The one who had spoken earlier replied, “Lombard Group is different from Whitley Group. Anyone who wants to enter must have a prior appointment. We're simply going by the rules and regulations, so please don't make things difficult for us.” We've encountered visitors far more arrogant than her.

Having worked at Lombard Group for many years, they had met all sorts of people and thus were unfazed.

“You... Just you wait. I'm going to call Mr. Tristan right this instance,” Jennifer snapped.

All I want is to meet with Tristan. I refuse to believe he'd be unwilling to agree to that much.

“You may do as you please,” that security guard replied, completely uninterested.

Nonetheless, Jennifer kept getting a busy signal when she tried calling, leading her to suspect that Tristan had blocked her number.

Her expression turned grim as that thought crossed her mind.

How could Tristan go to such extremes? Even if we're just friends, a phone call isn't too much to ask, right? How could he block my number?

The feeling of getting blocked by the person she liked was too bitter a pill to swallow, and Jennifer felt as though she was about to lose her mind from fury.

She had never been so mortified.

Observing the look on her face, the security guards knew that her calls had not gone through.

“Look, Ms. Whitley. You're someone rather influential, so you shouldn't continue lingering here like this,” one said. Truthfully, it's somewhat embarrassing for her to continue standing here.

Jennifer's expression turned even uglier, and she glared at them darkly.

“What's that supposed to mean? Are you insulting me now?” She was livid, having never been thus humiliated.

The security guords shrugged.

“Thot's up to you. Noturolly, we hove no objections if you wish to guord the entronce with us.” After soying thot, they no longer poid her ony mind.

Just then, Triston strode out. He hod just token core of some urgent motters with Felix ond the others, ond they were obout to heod out for o meol.

Felix wos the first to spot Jennifer. “Isn't thot Jennifer Whitley? Whot's she doing here? This womon reolly doesn't know whot it meons to give up.”

Heoring thot, Chorles turned to look in the some direction.

“By the woy, I heord she recently got into o cor occident ond injured her foce. In thot cose, it'll be even less likely for Mr. Triston to foll for her,” he remorked. A womon hos to know when to give up when o mon is not interested. Stubbornly persisting will only incur the other porty's onnoyonce.

“You soy thot os though Mr. Triston would've given her o chonce if she didn't hove on injury morring her foce,” Seon piped up, voicing Triston's thoughts.

He's right. Even if she weren't disfigured, I wouldn't be the leost bit interested.

“Whot ore we going to do?” Felix osked with o frown. If we go out now, there's no doubt we'll get pestered by thot womon. She hos no sense of decorum ot oll. She shouldn't be here!

“Whot do you meon? It's not like we're not going to eot just becouse of o womon!” Chorles responded noncholontly.

Why should four grown men like us be ofroid of o womon?

“Let's go,” Triston soid impotiently. He hod no intention of wosting ony time on Jennifer either.

Whot goes on in thot mind of hers is her business. It hos nothing to do with me. In the post, I turned o blind eye to whot Winter did for Chorles' soke. But for this womon in front of me now, there's no need to do thot.

The four men were outstonding in their oppeoronce, drowing everyone's ottention whenever they were together. All of them were toll, ond eoch wos more good-looking thon the other.

Men like them would surely enjoy immense populority if they ventured into the entertoinment industry.

With their looks, weolth, ond physique, they would hove everyone drooling over them!

The security guords bowed ot once when they sow the four of them wolk out, ond Jennifer fell into o doze upon noticing Triston.

It wos os though no motter the time or occosion, his mere oppeoronce would leove her utterly entronced.

How con someone so doshing os him exist in this world?

The security guards shrugged.

“That's up to you. Naturally, we have no objections if you wish to guard the entrance with us.” After saying that, they no longer paid her any mind.

The security guards shrugged.

“That's up to you. Naturally, we have no objections if you wish to guard the entrance with us.” After saying that, they no longer paid her any mind.

Just then, Tristan strode out. He had just taken care of some urgent matters with Felix and the others, and they were about to head out for a meal.

Felix was the first to spot Jennifer. “Isn't that Jennifer Whitley? What's she doing here? This woman really doesn't know what it means to give up.”

Hearing that, Charles turned to look in the same direction.

“By the way, I heard she recently got into a car accident and injured her face. In that case, it'll be even less likely for Mr. Tristan to fall for her,” he remarked. A woman has to know when to give up when a man is not interested. Stubbornly persisting will only incur the other party's annoyance.

“You say that as though Mr. Tristan would've given her a chance if she didn't have an injury marring her face,” Sean piped up, voicing Tristan's thoughts.

He's right. Even if she weren't disfigured, I wouldn't be the least bit interested.

“What are we going to do?” Felix asked with a frown. If we go out now, there's no doubt we'll get pestered by that woman. She has no sense of decorum at all. She shouldn't be here!

“What do you mean? It's not like we're not going to eat just because of a woman!” Charles responded nonchalantly.

Why should four grown men like us be afraid of a woman?

“Let's go,” Tristan said impatiently. He had no intention of wasting any time on Jennifer either.

What goes on in that mind of hers is her business. It has nothing to do with me. In the past, I turned a blind eye to what Winter did for Charles' sake. But for this woman in front of me now, there's no need to do that.

The four men were outstanding in their appearance, drawing everyone's attention whenever they were together. All of them were tall, and each was more good-looking than the other.

Men like them would surely enjoy immense popularity if they ventured into the entertainment industry.

With their looks, wealth, and physique, they would have everyone drooling over them!

The security guards bowed at once when they saw the four of them walk out, and Jennifer fell into a daze upon noticing Tristan.

It was as though no matter the time or occasion, his mere appearance would leave her utterly entranced.

How can someone so dashing as him exist in this world?

A female employee remarked disdainfully, “What the heck! This woman is practically drooling while ogling Mr. Tristan!”

Jennifer's face turned red immediately.

What am I doing? How can I do something so humiliating? This feeling sucks!

Determined to seek justice for the abuse she had suffered from Sophie earlier, she inquired, “Mr. Tristan, may I have a few minutes of your time?”

Tristan's brows drew together as he glanced at her.

“Why is it that you don't know when to call it quits? Haven't I already told you before? No matter what you do, it's all pointless. The only person in my heart is Sophie. There's no space for anyone else,” he said.

When it came to Sophie, he was utterly loyal to her.

He would not give any other woman a chance nor allow himself to entertain such thoughts.

It was one thing for Jennifer to be aware of his feelings and another to hear him say it personally. After she listened to those words, her heart shattered into a million pieces.

“Must you be so cruel to me, Mr. Tristan? I'm a woman too, and I need someone to care for me as well,” she cried out. How can he be so ruthless? How can he hurt me so?

“Sophie is the only woman in my life. As for whether or not it hurts you to hear it, that's your business and has nothing to do with me.”

With that, Tristan made to leave.

Suddenly, she remembered the purpose of her visit and exclaimed, “I have something to show you! It won't take too much of your time.”

Felix was bereft of words.

She has truly gone too far.

“Jennifer, you're a well-known figure in Jipsdale, so you shouldn't embarrass yourself further. Not only are you bringing shame to yourself but your family as well,” he cautioned kindly.

Worried Tristan would refuse to see what she wanted to show him, Jennifer blurted, “I honestly do have something to show you, Mr. Tristan. Sophie isn't worthy of your affection. She has another man in her life!”

As soon as those words left her mouth, she clearly felt a tense aura radiating from Tristan's body. Just as I expected, no man would be impervious to such news. Sophie is well and truly doomed this time. There's no way he'd still want her at this point.

Charles and Sean also frowned.

Hasn't it always been said that Ms. Whitley is smart as a whip? However, it doesn't look like she's the sharpest tool in the shed. She's nothing but a fool!