Anything For Her

Chapter 842 How To Make Her Happy

“Why does the president of Jetroina want me captured?” she wondered out loud. That certain incident did happen

in Jetroina, but I don't recall ever crossing him.

Hearing that, Joe shook his head.

“I only know that they want me to capture you and Professor Gullifer; I don't know anything else!”

Joe had told her everything he knew.

“I see...” Sophie narrowed her eyes.

Sophie seemed harmless, but the sight of her made the hair on the back of Joe's neck stand.

“I really told you everything I know! Please, please let me go!” He was a man who knew when to persist and when

to submit—he knew he had to kneel before her then and beg for her to spare him.

“I hope you're telling me the truth. You know what I'll do to you otherwise. Mr. Tristan, please get your men to take

him away.”

Joe had been committing multiple crimes throughout the years, after all. It would be best for her to leave him to the

military court.

“Okay.”

Tristan then put his Bluetooth earpiece back on and asked Bertram to bring two men over to settle the matter.

Meanwhile, Bertram, who was outside, knew that there was a trap room inside, so he had been worried sick about

Sophie and Tristan.

He was afraid that they would be hurt.

Much to his surprise, Sophie and Tristan were asking them to enter the trap room less than half an hour after the

couple went in.

“Mr. Quigley, didn't you say that the trap room was a legendary one?”

Did Mr. Quigley mistake this trap room for another? How can they have disabled the mechanisms inside so quickly?

Charles pursed his lips, thinking, But that's the information I received! Who would have known that Sophie and

Tristan would be able to disable the trap room in half an hour? Are they even human?

“Okay, take care of this mess,” Charles ordered, needing some time alone to gather his thoughts.

Bertram then brought two men in. When he saw the man slumped on the ground—Joe—he gave him a look of pity.

Joe carried the weight of many lives on his shoulders, and his methods were extremely cruel. However, this was the

ending that he had come to.

“Take him away and hand him over to the military court,” Sophie said before walking to Tristan. “Come on. Let's go

back. I don't like the scent of blood on me. It's too strong.”

“Okay, let's go,” Tristan said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

The two of them had destroyed the palace in no time.

Once Sophie was back at the hotel, she quickly took a shower and changed into clean clothes. It had been a while

since she had done this much exercise.

A smile had been on her lips ever since she was done with her shower. When she came out of the bathroom, she

turned to Tristan and jogged over to him before hugging him from behind.

“What's the matter? You seem particularly happy with me today,” Tristan commented with a smile, having just

come out of the shower as well.

“Well, I've always been content with you.”

Sophie knew that Tristan loved her, and what happened earlier in the day cemented that thought. It seemed like he

would always stay on her side no matter what decision she made.

“Of course.”

As long as it was her decision, he would give her his support regardless of whether it was right or wrong. No matter

what the consequences were, he was willing to bear the responsibility for it.

That was the profound love he had for her.

“But remember to tell me all the decisions you make because I want to be by your side when you're in danger,” he

told her. That was the only request he had.

“Mm, I know. Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to me.”

Nothing stopped her in the past, but now that she had Tristan, she would think twice before doing anything.

Right then, Charles returned from the palace. After a swift shower, he came to their room.

Tristan drew his brows together at the man outside of the room.

“Why are you here? Don't you know that you're not welcomed here?”

Sophie and Tristan were having a romantic moment inside, so naturally, Charles would not be welcomed at this

time.

Charles rubbed his nose sheepishly.

“Mr. Tristan, did I do something wrong again? I can't think of what I've done. I'm only here to invite you to a meal.”

Didn't we have a workout earlier? Naturally, we should be having a sumptuous meal right after that. Moreover, it

took me forever and a day to find a good Chanaean restaurant. Do you even know who I'm doing this for?

Tristan turned to Sophie.

“How about we grab a bite to eat? Charles has found a great spot for some food,” Tristan suggested, having faith in

Charles' ability to find good restaurants.

“Sure!”

Indeed, Charles had found a decent Chanaean restaurant. It was impressive of him to be able to find a restaurant

like this in Fandar.

“How is it, Sophie? A sweet place, isn't it? It took me so much effort to find this place!” Charles uttered, seemingly

fishing for compliments.

“There's no way you'd bring us to a bad restaurant,” Sophie answered, knowing how Charles was a meticulous

person.

“Okay, I'm glad you like it. Eat more later, all right? You ate little for lunch.” Sophie did not like Fandar's local food,

so that was why Charles asked his men to look for a Chanaean restaurant.

Bertram was there, too. When he thought about how Tristan had asked him to stay in the area, he turned to cast

Tristan a gloomy look.

Tristan ignored his pitiful gaze, unfortunately.

When Bertram left the restaurant by saying that he needed a smoke break, he called Charles along.

“What are you doing? We're about to eat, so why did you drag me out here? Others might misunderstand our

relationship!” Charles protested.

Bertram stared at him, speechless for a while.

“Mr. Quigley, I think Mr. Tristan is angry. He's asking me to stay here. Help me think of a way to get out of this.”

Bertram was young and unmarried, so he did not want to stay in a remote place like Fandar.

Charles knew how capable Bertram was, for the latter had been working for Tristan for many years.

This was the first time Bertram had ever asked him for a favor.

“What did you do?”

“What could I have possibly done? I only spared a few more glances at Ms. Tanner! She's brilliant, and that's why I

looked at her a little longer than usual. I really didn't mean anything else!”

Who knew that extra few seconds would have brought on such trouble? If I had known that back then, I would've

kept my eyes shut around her.

“Oh, I see. Well, it's not as if this is irreversible. All you need to do is to make Sophie happy. Mr. Tristan heeds almost

everything she says nowadays.”

If Sophie were to put in a good word for Bertram, Tristan would not say a word in protest.

“I don't know how to make her happy. I've never had a girlfriend before, so I'm clueless when it comes to pleasing a

girl!”

If he had any idea, he would not be single until then.

“Hm... Here's a plan,” Charles started, whispering to Bertram.