Pursuing Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Disobedience

Sophie didn’t want to get into a fight because she was right outside her school.

“It’s fine, Ysabelle. Go have lunch without me. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“No, Soph. I’ll stay with you.” There was no way Ysabelle would let Sophie go alone when neither of them knew who those men were.

“Our employer wishes to talk to Ms. Tanner.”

Ysabelle rolled up her sleeves and seemed ready to get into an argument.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Why should we go to your employer just because she wants to talk to Sophie? We’re not going! What are you gonna do about it, huh?” replied Ysabelle angrily. She stood in front of Sophie and shielded the latter like a mother hen.

“Our employer is waiting for you, Ms. Tanner.”

“Ysabelle, go wait for me at the restaurant. I’ll be there soon.”

“Soph, I don’t know who their employer is. However, if she is someone who is capable of sending two bodyguards to relay a message, this is definitely not a simple matter; so I can’t let you go with them.”

Sophie was Ysabelle’s BFF, so the latter refused to let anything bad happen to the former.

Sophie was really touched and genuinely appreciated how sweet and protective Ysabelle was.

Hence, she stroked Ysabelle’s head so much that she messed up her hair.

“Awh, Ysabelle, you are too cute, and that level of sweetness should be illegal. Just go on without me. I promise that no one can hurt me, okay?” said Sophie. She was no longer the helpless girl she used to be.

Ysabelle panicked when she saw Sophie following the men and left, so she called Tristan right away.

It only took a few seconds for the line to be connected, but Ysabelle felt as though an eternity had passed. What is up with Uncle Tristan? Why hasn’t he picked up his phone? It’s been ringing forever. Ugh, he is so annoying.

The second Tristan answered the call, Ysabelle complained, “Uncle Tristan, why did it take you so long to pick up your phone? Someone came for Sophie and took her away. I don’t know who they are, and I’m very worried now. What do we do?”

“What are the men like?” asked Tristan. He frowned the instant he heard what Ysabelle said. Which bloody idiot is it? How dare they come after the woman I love?

“I don’t know. I won’t be panicking if I actually know who the culprit is. Are you busy now? Can you drop by and look into the matter?”

“Okay, I’ll head over right away.”

Tristan was supposed to have lunch with a business partner that day, but Ysabelle’s words made him lost his appetite.

“Mr. Tristan, I thought we are going to have lunch together. Where are you going?”

The one who spoke was the daughter of his business partner. Her name was Nancy Longbottom. She fell for Tristan at first sight, and he was all she could think about, so she made her way to the office after learning that her dad would have lunch with Tristan.

“I’m so sorry, but please tell your father that I have to deal with an emergency right now and won’t be able to have lunch with him. Let’s do that some other time.”

As far as Tristan was concerned, nothing on Earth was more important than Sophie.

It was true that he knew just how skilled Sophie was as a fighter, and he realized that only a handful of people could actually hurt her. However, hearing news like that still worried him. It simply hit too close to home.

Nancy stood up and stopped him.

“Mr. Tristan, the dishes are about to be served, and my dad left to make a phone call. It’s not appropriate for you to leave right now.”

She came all the way just to have lunch with him, but they ended up spending less than two minutes together. They didn’t even get to talk before he excused himself, so it was understandable that she was disappointed.

“Sorry about that. I will treat your father to another meal to make up for this, but I really have to go now.”

Tristan was already being ridiculously courteous by saying as much as he did. Even Nancy’s father couldn’t do anything to stop Tristan from leaving.

Nancy had more to say, but the secretary grabbed her wrist.

“That’s enough. Stop talking. It’s not like you are unaware of what Mr. Tristan’s temper is like. We had to beg to have the opportunity to collaborate with his company, so you cannot offend Mr. Tristan. If you do, your father will never forgive you.”