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Changing Only For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326

“Okay. You can do as you please. As for Lincoln, you don't have to worry about that because I'll deal with him.”

In Tristan's opinion, getting exposure to the entertainment industry wasn't bad.

The Lombard family already had a few capable figures to inherit the family business, so Ysabelle was free to pursue her interest.

Sophie wrapped her arms around Tristan's and leaned on him.

“Mr. Tristan, why are you so nice?” His promises had eliminated all her doubts and worries.

“Now that you know I'm nice, you'll have to treasure me in the future, all right?” he said jokingly.

“Okay.”

“In this case, am I considered your boyfriend now?” He realized she had never officially confirmed his status.

That thought took him by surprise because he never knew there would be a moment when he would yearn for another person's acknowledgment.

Sophie was amused.

“Okay. I agree. I allow you to be my boyfriend,” she uttered magnanimously.

Although Tristan had always known they would end up together, he could not help feeling happy after listening to her response. A contented sense of being acknowledged by her filled his chest.

Taking in his elated demeanor, Sophie's mood brightened as well.

“By the way, do you require capital for your agency? Let me know if you do.” He could provide her with resources in terms of both monetary and labor if she needed them.

“I don't need it for now.” The amount of money in her possession was sufficient to fund an entertainment company.

“Do you know? I do wish that you would depend on me.” Sophie could do well in every aspect of her life, so Tristan felt his existence wasn't at all essential to her, and that caused him to feel slightly insecure.

“Okay. I promise I'll let you know if I need your help.”

“All right.”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Tristan personally sent Sophie to the entrance of Jipsdale Premier High.

“We're here. Since this is a school, you don't have to walk me in.” She halted before the front gate.

“Okay. Let's have dinner together.”

“That won't do. I've already agreed to meet up with Mark and the others.” They were about to release a new album, so many details were pending confirmation.

Tristan fell silent. Am I getting neglected right after we officially established our relationship?

“Didn't we stay together for the whole night yesterday?”

“Fine. Give me a call after you're done with your work. I'll pick you up.” He had no choice but to concede because he knew she was an opinionated person and wouldn't entirely obey him.

Right after Ysabelle got out of her car, she saw Sophie and her uncle. Then, she immediately jogged toward them.

“Sophie, you didn't attend the classes in the morning. Tell me. Where did you go, and what did you do last night?”

Although Sophie had come of age yesterday, she was undoubtedly still young. There were some things she shouldn't be doing yet.

Tristan disregarded Ysabelle's words. He bade farewell to Sophie and turned around to leave.

“Uncle Tristan is so heartless. He completely ignored me just now!” Ysabelle was mad because Tristan had acted as if she was invisible earlier. Is my sense of presence that weak?

“That's enough. Let me tell you some good news. Your uncle has given you the green light to enter the entertainment industry.”

Tristan was a competent and almighty person, so he definitely had the ability to realize his promise.

Ysabelle grabbed Sophie's arm and asked excitedly, “Are you serious?” My Uncle Tristan really said yes! I thought I would be forced to leave Jipsdale. As long as Uncle Tristan can convince my dad, I'll be able to continue staying here.

“I'm serious.”

Ysabelle embraced Sophie while smiling radiantly.

“Sophie, you're indeed my lucky star. Everything in my life is smooth sailing with you around.”

Sophie did not reply.

She allowed Ysabelle to hug her while she looked at the latter affectionately.

“Still, no matter what, although my Uncle Tristan had done me a great favor, you must remember you're still young. Wait a few more years and keep an open mind. We're still in the springtime of our life, and there are endless possibilities of how our future will pan out, so don't offer yourself to any man yet. What if you don't like my Uncle Tristan anymore in the future? Am I right?”

Ysabelle was risking her life to give that advice to Sophie. If Uncle Tristan hears me saying these things, he'll choke me to death. But I can't help it because I like Sophie so much, so I don't want to see her getting hurt.

Sophie felt helpless.

“Ysabelle, we are of similar age. Why are you counseling me like an old woman? I know what I'm doing, so don't worry.”

She knew Ysabelle had her best interest at heart, but she was truly aware of her own actions and decisions.

“I'm glad to hear that. You spent the night with Uncle Tristan, right? Did you two do it?” Ysabelle asked straightforwardly.

Sophie glanced at her. Now I see. She's worried about this matter.

“Nope. You can rest assured!”

As that period was the final semester of senior year, there were plenty of things to do at school and frequent examinations inserted into their schedule. Sophie had her Ustranasion language test that day.

After she was done with her examination in the afternoon, Sophie brought Ysabelle to meet with Mark and the others.

When Sophie and Ysabelle arrived, Mark and his band were practicing the song Sophie had composed.

Ysabelle still loved the song very much regardless of how many times she had heard it.

Moreover, different emotions filled her chest every time she listened to the tune, causing her to feel energized and motivated.

At that moment, all five members of The Wheelers were performing that piece.

Watching them practice was like enjoying their concert. Ysabelle fell into a daze as she enjoyed the brilliant show.

Taking in her friend's demeanor, Sophie could not help but grin. As I expected, she genuinely likes singing and is obsessed with everything related to it.

Mark noticed their arrival, so he took a break after they were done rehearsing that song.

“Do you want to come up the stage and give this a try?” Mark said to Ysabelle.

She stared at him in utter disbelief.

“Are you talking to me? Can I really do that?” She had never imagined she would have a chance to collaborate with The Wheelers.

The band members could not contain their amusement when they saw her stunned and adorable reaction.

Sunny stretched out his hand at her.

“Come on! Come up on the stage and give it a try. Don't you like singing?” Sunny's warm and gentle voice was motivational.

Ysabelle got on the stage without realizing how she had done it. However, when she stood in front of the microphone, listening to the accompaniment behind her and tapping her hand according to the beat, she immersed herself in the moment.

Her voice was pleasant and sweet, giving an entirely different vibe to the song as she sang.

Nonetheless, the music was still a treat to the ears.

“Ysabelle is quite gifted. I believe she'll become a popular female singer in the future once she receives professional coaching.” Mark approved of her talent.

Sophie nodded.

“That's right. I think so too. Aren't you all recording for the new album now? Help me to give her some pointers.” Only by participating in the process of recording an album in person could Ysabelle know how to become a singer.

That way, she wouldn't be so clueless and frantic when it was her turn to record an album.

“Okay, no problem. Leave this matter to us.”

The band members of The Wheelers would diligently carry out any tasks assigned to them by Sophie. Besides, Ysabelle had a friendly personality, so it was relatively easy for them to get along well.

After finishing performing one song, Ysabelle felt highly exhilarated. She got down from the stage and strode over to Sophie.

“Sophie, I love this feeling so much. I think I like to be on stage, and I enjoy myself when I'm up there. I want to become a singer. Therefore, I will persevere no matter what.”

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