Chapter 650

"Seize her! The suspect is trying to flee.” The junior officer had been paid off. There was no way he

would release her so easily.

“Suspect?” Sophie furrowed her brows.

I'm amazed that he even dared to utter that word.

She walked up to him.

“Looks like Jennifer has you in her pocket. You're doomed now! Having someone like you work here

will destroy the nation and its people.”

“Do I need to repeat myself? I ordered you to seize her!” The officer flew into a rage out of

humiliation, for no one had ever had the audacity to speak to him that way.

Sophie glanced at everyone in the room icily, and none of them dared to move a muscle.

The senior officer was right. As Sophie was Tristan’s woman, no one had the courage to lay a finger

on her.

The last thing anyone wanted was to offend Tristan, who was capable of ruining their careers with a

single word.

After all, all of them had worked hard to reach the position they were currently in.

It made no sense for them to give it up easily.

“Ms. Tanner, you're right that you're free to leave now. I'm sorry about today. We had no choice but

to do our duty after receiving a report. If we have offended you in any way, please forgive us,” one

of the men who knew better apologized immediately.

However, the obsequious words had no impact on Sophie.

“Then can you give me back my phone now?” These guys still have it.

"Yes, of course. I'll go get it for you.”

Despite his colleague's reaction, the junior officer remained defiant.

“Ms. Tanner, I said you're not allowed to leave yet.”

“Damn it! Just you wait! I've even collected evidence of your wrongdoing. I'm sure it wasn't easy for

you to land this job. I'm going to make sure that you're fired!”

Sophie would not show someone as despicable as him any mercy.

"F*ck you!” the junior officer swore back. Even someone of Mr. Tristan’s stature has to show our

department respect! There's no way anyone would dare challenge us.

At that moment, the department chief entered with Tristan and Felix. Tristan was in front with the

other two following closely behind.

Just a while ago, the chief had been shocked to see Tristan arriving at their department.

Upon learning what had transpired, he felt a chill down his spine. After all, everyone in Jipsdale

knew that it would be suicide to get on Tristan's nerves.

Tristan glowered the moment he stepped into the building. His expression would strike fear into

anyone who saw him.

Sophie, too, was surprised to see Tristan. She was dissatisfied with her current conclusion and had

wanted to see him after dealing with it herself.

Right then, her phone was brought into the room.

Tristan was upset to see it in another man's hand. Pulling out a tissue at once, he meticulously wiped

its cover clean.

“I heard someone reported my girlfriend's company, Tanner Group, for tax evasion. Do you have any

evidence of it right now?” Tristan asked while cleaning the phone.

The junior officer did not expect Tristan to appear.

We're just doing our job. There's no way he can do anything to us.

“Mr. Tristan, it's our duty to investigate once a report is made, but we haven't found any evidence

yet.” The junior officer didn't dare lie in front of the department chief, for it would be cause for his

dismissal.

The chief responded with a glare.

“Mr. Tristan, I'm sure there must be some misunderstanding somewhere. I'll definitely teach my

subordinates a lesson for making such a mistake.”

The chief expressed his stand immediately.

"Since there's no evidence, can 1 go home now?” Sophie asked as she was impatient to leave.

She was also famished.

"Of course you can, Ms. Tanner. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. Please don't hold it against us.”

As the chief let out a sycophantic smile, Sophie took her phone back from Tristan's hand.

"All right, it's clean enough.” Sophie held his hand. “Anyway, I'm fine,” she then reassured him,

knowing that he was worried sick.

Thereafter, Sophie sent the details of Whitley Group's tax evasion to the chief.

"Chief, please check your email. I have furnished you with clear evidence of Whitley Group's crimes. I

trust you to do your duty without fear or favor.”

Since Jennifer dared to make such a despicable move against her, Sophie wasn't going to show her

any mercy, especially since Whitley Group did really evade tax.

“What?”

The chief was stunned.

Tristan threw her a glance.

“Investigate them right away. I'm sure you've heard of Whitley Group!” With that, he left together

with Sophie, confident that the chief knew what had to be done.

Standing in front of the chief, the junior officer didn't dare act rashly.

"Chief, this is Whitley Group that we're talking about. We—"

Before he could finish, the chief gave him a slap. Failing to fully vent his frustration, he followed up

with a kick at the junior officer.

"So you do know we can't afford to offend any of these groups. The audacity of you to mess with

Mr. Tristan's girlfriend!” the chief thundered.

After crashing to the ground, the officer didn't dare say a word in the face of his boss’ tongue-

lashing.

As for everyone else in the room, they held their breath in fear.

“Enough! Go and investigate the matter now!” With Tristan keeping an eye on them, they knew they

had to do something

Out of all the prominent families in Jipsdale that they couldn't afford to offend, Tristan was the most

fearsome of them all.

Meanwhile, Sophie and Tristan waited outside for Victor, who looked terrible after being locked up

for a long time.

Upon emerging from the building, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of them.

“Ms. Sophie, are you all right?” Victor gave her a look of concern.

As she was still a girl, he figured that being detained for such a long time must have been terrible

for her.

“I'm fine. Sorry for all the trouble. It's getting late. You should head home now. We can catch up

tomorrow in the office.”

That was the end of the matter for the time being

She would definitely make Whitley Group pay a heavy price.

"Okay, Ms. Sophie. You, too, should go back and rest. You must be exhausted.” Victor maintained a

professional distance in front of Tristan.

After their conversation, Tristan opened the car door to let Sophie in.

When she noticed the scowl on his face inside, she held his hand to comfort him. “What's wrong?

Am I not doing fine? Why are you still so angry?”