Anything For Her

Chapter 9 Do Not Doubt His Words

Seeing that they had all left, Felix instantly made a call.

“Hey, have Zales Corporation vanish from Jipsdale in three hours.”

Only then did Selena realize the gravity of the matter.

“Who exactly are you both?”

Her knees went weak, and she couldn’t quite remain steady on her feet anymore.

“Well, he’s Tristan Lombard, whom you mentioned earlier! You wanted his niece to apologize to you? How audacious of you!”

“Tristan Lombard? He’s really Tristan Lombard?” Selena collapsed onto the couch. Gah! Why on earth did I say such things just now?

“Mr. Quillen, the Lombard family doesn’t want Ysabelle’s identity to leak out. As such, you’re not allowed to breathe a single word about the incident today.”

The Lombard family merely wanted to give Ysabelle a simple life.

“Sure, sure!” Rhett no longer dared to say anything contrary by then.

After all, it was Tristan Lombard. A single flick of his finger could have the whole of Jipsdale quaking in fear.

“As for you, Mrs. Zales, it’s best that you leave Jipsdale quickly. Don’t doubt Mr. Tristan’s words.”

Having said that, Felix strode off.

Despite my remark, Sophie was the main reason Mr. Tristan came personally today. In the past, even if Ysabelle encountered some sort of problem, he only sent us over. Does he really fancy her that much?

Meanwhile, Ysabelle was over the moon that Tristan came to school personally to help her.

“Thank you, Uncle Tristan! Don’t tell my father about this. Otherwise, he’ll kill me.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Uncle Tristan, this is my classmate and best friend, Sophie. She only got into trouble with Yvonne today because she avenged me.” Ysabelle adored Sophie.

“Have you eaten?” It’s noon now, and they probably hadn’t had lunch.

“Nope. Are you planning to treat me to lunch, Uncle Tristan? Okay, then! I want to eat the cuisine at Pegasus Pavilion!”

“Okay.” Tristan nodded in agreement.

to me, Uncle Tristan!” Ysabelle

hold on him. Oh God, how could I have forgotten that he detests others touching

got something to do, Ysabelle.” Sophie didn’t plan on eating with

that, Ysabelle grabbed her hand at once, clutching

you for this incident today, Sophie. Thus, I insist on treating you to this meal. If you don’t go, it means that you don’t regard me as your friend.” Her tone was firm, but the expression on her face was incredibly coy. “Please? Pretty please? It’s just lunch. My uncle isn’t going to eat you,” she continued

 Felix couldn’t help coughing. Perhaps Mr. Tristan really wants to eat her

wrong with you, Mr. Northley? Go to the hospital and get yourself checked up if you’re

hand before saying, “I’ll make a

was cute and kittenish, for

She nodded since it was just

and drive the car over. You guys can wait for me here.” Felix promptly trotted off

car arrived, Tristan personally opened the car door for

“Go in.”

Ysabelle still wanted to cling to Sophie longer. Alas, a look from the man had her slipping into the

Tristan opened the car door to the

“After you.”

attitude toward her was far

moved inward. Tristan climbed in as well.

 But is he really serious about a girl who’s only eighteen years old? Why did I never

to eat, Sophie?” Ysabelle turned and gazed at

“I’m not picky.”

herself to be

the drive, Ysabelle asked her questions every so often. In fact, she was the one doing all

expression with others, answered all her questions,

they arrived at Pegasus Pavilion, the manager

Felix’s car, he instantly stepped forward and

Ms. Ysabelle.

the car first. He waited until Sophie had also gotten out before closing the

already helped Ysabelle open the car door. After getting out,

Uncle Tristan!” After saying that, she strode in, dragging Sophie

car and

of things, she’s very fond

discerned that

to depend on Ysabelle

Tristan headed straight to

few minutes passed before Ysabelle brought Sophie into the private

my uncle, Tristan Lombard. In the future, you can follow me and address him as

who was drinking water, almost

Uncle Tristan. She had no blood ties with him, so she didn’t want to profess something