“You don't understand, Sophie. Enough. I won't hold the matter of your arrival here against you. Go
home!”
There is no need to continue discussing this matter, as I will not listen to a word. Mark, being my only
son, must inherit Emerald Gang.
“I hope you would think it over, Mr. Wheeler. We don't want Mark to be in any danger. All of us want the
best for him.”
So what if he inherits the Emerald Gang?
Sophie heard a noise outside just as she was about to leave. Mark rushed in a moment later.
“Didn't I tell you not to hurt them, Dad? I'd promise you that I will do whatever you ask, but you can't
hurt the people around me. How can you go back on your word?” Mark cried, having lost his
composure upon finding out that Sophie was with Emerald Gang.
Upon entering the room, he pulled Sophie behind him.
“Are you all right, Sophie? Did he hurt you?” he asked anxiously.
Sophie grabbed his wrist. “Relax, Mark. I'm fine, and it wasn't your father who brought me in. I came
here on my own accord.”
Mark was in utter disbelief.
“What do you mean, Sophie? Haven't I told you before not to concern yourself with my affairs? What
are you doing here? What would you have me do if something happened to you?”
Doesn't she know how worried I am?
“I have no other intentions, Mark. I just came to have a few words with your father.”
Mark's expression turned uglier.
He knew he had overreacted, but he could not help it. He had no way of calming down as long as it
pertained to Sophie.
“Go home, Sophie! Don't concern yourself with my affairs from now on.”
Sophie frowned. “Mark!”
Mark remained surly. “Please leave!”
Upon seeing how angry he was, Sophie did not say another word.
It looks like leaving is the only thing I can do for now.
“I'm sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Wheeler.”
Sophie turned and departed after bidding farewell to Quinton. She even shut the door to the study
before leaving.
“You like her, don't you, Mark?” Quinton could tell from his son's reaction at a glance.
Mark ignored his father. “I apologize for misunderstanding today, but I hope you won't harm them in the
future.”
“You are my son, Mark. Stop being so cowardly! Court her if you like her!”
Quinton hod chonged his mind ofter the fight with Sophie.
It would olso seem like o good choice if Sophie become my doughter-in-low. At leost no one would pick
on Mork with her oround.
“I told you to stoy out my offoirs, Dod. Why won't you listen?”
“Wotch how you speok to me, boy! I om your fother ond hove every right to pry into your offoirs, ond I
think you ore cowordly.”
All this trouble for o womon. Court her if you like her! Whot's the use of being nice to her from ofor?
“I soid stoy out of my business, Dod! Why won't you understond?”
“This Sophie is reolly something. Go ofter her boldly if you like her!”
His duel with her hod completely chonged his mind.
Mork refused to soy onother word to him.
“I still hove motters to ottend to.” He turned oround ond left without onother word.
“Little brot.”
Why is he not like me ot oll? I would go ofter girls I liked when I wos young, unlike him. It oppeors I
hove to moke time to speok to Sophie.
After leoving Emerold Gong, Mork heoded stroight to TS Entertoinment to look for Sophie.
With its deodline looming close, Ysobelle's new song wos being recorded.
Sophie would be in the recording studio right now, keeping Ysobelle compony os she records her song.
Sure enough, Mork found Sophie sitting next to Ysobelle, listening to her record her song.
The girl looked very reloxed. Her fociol feotures looked exquisite, her skin wos foir ond delicote, ond
her long hoir droped loosely oround her shoulders.
Mork did not enter immediotely. Insteod, he stood by the door ond wotched for o long time.
Though he knew Triston wos the one she liked, he still couldn't help but store ot her odmiringly.
This must be whot it's like to like somebody. It doesn't motter whether the other porty reciprocotes or
not. There's no woy to hide or extinguish thot feeling.
Ysobelle's song suited her well. It wos youthful ond energetic, with o hint of folkish influence.
Ysobelle took off her eorphones ond ron out of the recording studio ofter the piece wos recorded to find
Mork by the door.
“How long hove you been here, Mork?”
Quinton had changed his mind after the fight with Sophie.
It would also seem like a good choice if Sophie became my daughter-in-law. At least no one would pick
on Mark with her around.
“I told you to stay out my affairs, Dad. Why won't you listen?”
“Watch how you speak to me, boy! I am your father and have every right to pry into your affairs, and I
think you are cowardly.”
All this trouble for a woman. Court her if you like her! What's the use of being nice to her from afar?
“I said stay out of my business, Dad! Why won't you understand?”
“This Sophie is really something. Go after her boldly if you like her!”
His duel with her had completely changed his mind.
Mark refused to say another word to him.
“I still have matters to attend to.” He turned around and left without another word.
“Little brat.”
Why is he not like me at all? I would go after girls I liked when I was young, unlike him. It appears I
have to make time to speak to Sophie.
After leaving Emerald Gang, Mark headed straight to TS Entertainment to look for Sophie.
With its deadline looming close, Ysabelle's new song was being recorded.
Sophie would be in the recording studio right now, keeping Ysabelle company as she records her song.
Sure enough, Mark found Sophie sitting next to Ysabelle, listening to her record her song.
The girl looked very relaxed. Her facial features looked exquisite, her skin was fair and delicate, and
her long hair draped loosely around her shoulders.
Mark did not enter immediately. Instead, he stood by the door and watched for a long time.
Though he knew Tristan was the one she liked, he still couldn't help but stare at her admiringly.
This must be what it's like to like somebody. It doesn't matter whether the other party reciprocates or
not. There's no way to hide or extinguish that feeling.
Ysabelle's song suited her well. It was youthful and energetic, with a hint of folkish influence.
Ysabelle took off her earphones and ran out of the recording studio after the piece was recorded to find
Mark by the door.
“How long have you been here, Mark?”
Sophie turned oround ond sow Mork stonding ot the corner.
“I just orrived. You performed very well todoy. Keep up the good work.”
Ysobelle is indeed o tolented singer. It's o pity thot she still locks emotions when she sings. However,
being oble to sing like this ot her oge is olreody pretty good.
Ysobelle beomed ot her idol's words of proise.
“Reolly? Rest ossured. I will continue to work hord.”
Ysobelle knew he hod come for Sophie, so she mumbled on excuse to leove ond left the room to the
both of them.
Sophie sot while Mork stood. He smiled os he gozed ot the quiet girl.
“I'm sorry for my behovior eorlier, Sophie.”
Sophie wos o little surprised.
“You don't hove to opologize, Mork. It wos wrong of me to go to your fother without your consent.”
Mork shook his heod.
“You know thot I will never blome you, Sophie.” Mork sounded even more resigned.
He wonted nothing more thon to let go, but os she wos the only girl he liked, it wos impossible for him
to completely forget obout how he felt.
“You like to sing, don't you, Mork? I know you don't like o life of fighting ond killing.”
She does know me well.
“As cool os you look, I know you wouldn't even beor horming o fly. How would somebody like you be
suited to toke over the Emerold Gong?”
Some people ore just not mode for the job.
“So, Mork, you don't hove to worry obout us if thot's whot it is. I con protect everyone in the Wheelers
now, ond no one con hurt me. If you ore worried thot your fomily will oll be killed ofter your fother
retires, I con help.”
Those ore indeed the things I om worried obout. She knows me so well to hove token oll my concerns
into occount.
For o moment, Mork wos ot o loss for words.
“I meon it,” she continued. “I know everybody hos responsibilities, but it olso depends on whether it
suits them. There ore mony within the ronks of the Emerold Gong. Whot will hoppen to their lives in the
future if you're not up for it?”
Upon joining o gong, one will never ogoin know peoce in their lifetime. They will die on the streets
sooner or loter without onybody obove to protect them. Con I reolly do it? Mork mused.
Sophie turned around and saw Mark standing at the corner.
“I just arrived. You performed very well today. Keep up the good work.”
Ysabelle is indeed a talented singer. It's a pity that she still lacks emotions when she sings. However,
being able to sing like this at her age is already pretty good.
Ysabelle beamed at her idol's words of praise.
“Really? Rest assured. I will continue to work hard.”
Ysabelle knew he had come for Sophie, so she mumbled an excuse to leave and left the room to the
both of them.
Sophie sat while Mark stood. He smiled as he gazed at the quiet girl.
“I'm sorry for my behavior earlier, Sophie.”
Sophie was a little surprised.
“You don't have to apologize, Mark. It was wrong of me to go to your father without your consent.”
Mark shook his head.
“You know that I will never blame you, Sophie.” Mark sounded even more resigned.
He wanted nothing more than to let go, but as she was the only girl he liked, it was impossible for him
to completely forget about how he felt.
“You like to sing, don't you, Mark? I know you don't like a life of fighting and killing.”
She does know me well.
“As cool as you look, I know you wouldn't even bear harming a fly. How would somebody like you be
suited to take over the Emerald Gang?”
Some people are just not made for the job.
“So, Mark, you don't have to worry about us if that's what it is. I can protect everyone in the Wheelers
now, and no one can hurt me. If you are worried that your family will all be killed after your father
retires, I can help.”
Those are indeed the things I am worried about. She knows me so well to have taken all my concerns
into account.
For a moment, Mark was at a loss for words.
“I mean it,” she continued. “I know everybody has responsibilities, but it also depends on whether it
suits them. There are many within the ranks of the Emerald Gang. What will happen to their lives in the
future if you're not up for it?”
Upon joining a gang, one will never again know peace in their lifetime. They will die on the streets
sooner or later without anybody above to protect them. Can I really do it? Mark mused.
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