Pursuing Her

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Despite Ysabelle’s unhappiness, she chose to remain silent since Lily hadn’t explicitly mentioned Tristan’s name

Sophie, on the other hand, remained composed and saw an opportunity to have some fun by subtly tormenting the woman during the competition. At the moment, there was no rush to take action at all.

Meanwhile, Tristan couldn’t even be bothered to look at Lily, yet the latter continued to linger around even after they had finished their meal.

Sensing that Tristan was about to blow his top, Bertram quickly offered. “Ms. Sanders, let me take you on a tour!”

“No need, I have something to attend to in the afternoon. I won’t bother you any further.”

Lily hoped Tristan would ask her to stay, but the man didn’t even spare her a glance, leaving her feeling deeply frustrated. She couldn’t help but wonder if her offer wasn’t enticing enough for him.

With a single nod from Tristan, she was willing to go to great lengths and give up everything she possessed.

“Well then! Mr. Tristan, why don’t I see Ms. Sanders off? Bertram, feeling obliged to play the role of the gracious gentleman, volunteered to see Lily off.

Tristan nodded in agreement. Finally, Lily departed, and Ysabelle couldn’t contain her laughter any longer.

“I’m telling you this Lily Sanders is such an amusing woman!”

“Amusing? She’s incredibly selfish and ruthless when it comes to achieving her goals.”“ Sophie remarked. This woman engaged in trafficking young women despite being a woman herself. That’s

such a despicable act.

“Yes, she is truly disgusting. Tristan concurred. It was a rare occasion for him to hold such disdain for a woman, highlighting just how repulsive her actions were in his eyes.

“Is that so? Well, indeed, she’s quite repugnant. Sophie, be careful when dealing with her. I can tell she harbors ill intentions,” Ysabelle voiced her concerti.

“I know. You don’t have to worry,” Sophie assured Ysabelle. This time, she had every intention of teaching Lily a lesson during the competition.

Not only did she have her sights set on taking over Fandar, but she also wanted to bring Lily down

Upon returning to her mansion, Lily couldn’t contain her frustration and threw a tantrum, the memory of Sophie’s arrogant demeanor filling her with unhappiness.

None of her subordinates dared to speak a word.

That was just how Lily was-when her temper flared, she would either hit or scold her subordinates.

In an attempt to appease her, one of her subordinates voiced, “Ms. Sanders, please don’t be angry. Sophie’s moment of victory will be short-lived. After tomorrow, you will have the opportunity to completely humiliate her in front of everyone. Once Mr. Tristan sees her lack of talent, he will realize that she is merely a decorative piece.”

“Yes, indeed. Sophie cannot compare to you, Ms. Sanders. She is merely a decorative piece without any talent,” the subordinates reassured Lily.

Lily, consumed by anger, forcefully threw the cup in her hand, shattering it as it crashed onto the ground.

“Whatif Mr. Tristan only likes her for her face? Does that mean I don’t stand a chance? Is she more beautiful than me?”.

Lily had been diligently working out all these years, maintaining a toned physique. Alas, she could not escape the effects of age. Being in her thirties, her complexion had begun to show signs of deterioration, making it difficult for her to compare herself to the youthful and radiant Sophie.

“Well, if Mr. Tristan is so infatuated with her face, then we can just ruin it, right?”

Being in Fandar, their familiar territory, it wouldn’t be a challenging task to ruin a young woman’s appearance. They had the means and resources to carry out such a scheme effortlessly.

Lily was satisfied with that idea.

“Let’s talk about it after the competition!” she exclaimed, confident that she would be able to secure first place. If Tristan wants Fandar, he would have to comply with my demands”

Finally, the day of the competition arrived, and Tristan felt a twitch in his eyelid. Although he wasn’t usually superstitious, when it came to matters concerning Sophie, he couldn’t help but entertain a bit of superstition this time.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked.

Tristan didn’t seem happy early in the morning.

“My eyelid has been twitching since I woke up. Maybe you shouldn’t participate in this competition. I’ll handle things here in Fandar,” he suggested.

Sophie was rendered speechless.

“What does your eyelid twitching have to do with me participating in the competition? You can relax. There won’t be any problems,” she reassured him, hugging him tightly.

“But-

“No “buts. Today, I’m determined to teach that vile Lily a lesson.” If I don’t participate, Lily would certainly be disappointed. I can’t disappoint her now, can I?

“You.”

Despite his concerns about her safety, there was nothing he could say or do to dissuade Sophie from participating in the competition.

“Remember, you mustn’t get injured. Do you understand?” he reminded her. I won’t allow her to sustain even a single scratch on herself

“Okay. I promise.”

Ysabelle and Felix also joined them. The latter had made significant progress in his recovery, thanks to the medicine Sophie had provided. He had regained his mobility and was now able to accompany them.

“Let’s go! I can’t wait any longer!”

This competition was of great significance, and Sophie couldn’t possibly miss such a grand event.

“Ysabelle, we will be encountering many influential individuals today, and some of them can be ruthless. Listen to Felix and follow his instructions closely, okay?” Tristan entrusted Felix with the responsibility of ensuring Ysabelle’s safety during the event as he didn’t have time to take care of her today.

“Uncle Tristan, I’m an adult now. I understand what’s going on, and I know my responsibilities,” Ysabelle assured them, confident that she wouldn’t cause trouble for everyone.

“Good, as long as you understand. Besides, Felix’s injury hasn’t fully healed yet. If you cause any he’ll be the one in trouble.” As he spoke, Tristan swept a sympathetic gaze at Felix.

What a pitiful guy he was, indeed.

However, Felix merely placed his arm around Ysabelle’s shoulders as he declared, “I’m willing to cover for her no matter what she does. I’m never tired of doing so!”

Upon his bold declaration, he couldn’t help but grumble internally. Please stop criticizing my sweetheart, Mr. Tristan!

“Fine. I won’t harp on it any longer. Just remember, if something goes wrong, don’t come running to me.” After saying that, Tristan opened the car door for Sophie. That day, she had chosen to wear a sleek black ensemble, perfect for the shooting event in the competition. The outfit accentuated her slender figure, adding to her allure and captivating presence. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Despite being a woman herself. Ysabelle couldn’t contain her admiration for Sophie’s stunning figure. “Sophie, where did you get this outfit? It looks absolutely amazing on you.”

“Oh, your Uncle Tristan prepared it for me. There was no need for Sophie to worry about these things, for Tristan had thought ahead and taken care of all the necessary arrangements.

“Uncle Tristan, when will you buy me an outfit like this? Look at how it accentuates one’s figure!” Ysabelle, exclaimed. Sophie looks so attractive and stylish in it.

Tristan looked her up and down, then shook his head.

“This outfit doesn’t suit your figure. Besides, it’s not available in your size.” The outfit was made of a special material that provided optimal protection to its wearer. Thus, Tristan reckoned it wouldn’t serve its purpose if Ysabelle were to wear it.

An angered Ysabelle pointed at Tristan, her fingers trembling.

“Uncle Tristan, aren’t you going too far? Is my figure that unflattering? Don’t you think it’s a bit excessive to say that this outfit is not available in my size?”

Seeing Ysabelle’s reaction, Felix embraced her.

“All right, all right. Don’t mind him. That’s just how he is. I’ll get the same outfit for you when we’re back. I’ll get you whatever you want, okay?” he immediately assured her.

“This person is definitely not my Uncle Tristan. He’s gone too far! I refuse to believe that my real uncle could be so heartless and insensitive.” Ysabelle was on the verge of losing her cool.