The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John waited for a while before taking Sophia’s hand, pinching the ring on her finger and moving it a little. The ring was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it.

He carelessly grunted an agreement, and with that, he had finally taken Sophia’s side. Upon hearing that, she flashed a smile that was brighter than before.

John scanned her face. He was very aware of all the emotions hidden behind her smiling expression.

This young lady had stopped putting up with everyone, not caring who she was talking to.

Elder Mr. Bailey grabbed his teacup and took a sip in silence. William was good at reading the atmosphere, which was starting to get awkward. To smooth things out, he engaged Old Mr. Bailey in a discussion about the current market and economic trends.

In recent times, more small enterprises had risen, which led to market saturation. It remained to be seen whether these companies would survive and outlast each other.

Old Mr. Bailey nodded in agreement. “Yes. That’s why our companies have to work together for a win-win situation.”

William nodded at him. “Yes. I hope that our cooperation goes smoothly.”

Isabelle had been silent for the entire time with a teacup in her hands. Instead of staring at John and Sophia, she fixed her eyes on the teapot above the table.

Sophia silently smirked. That is it! Isabelle has finally understood the situation.

in

men started to pour drinks for

not share her juice, downing the liquid all at once. After drinking the huge glass of fruit juice, her stomach started to react

out. After taking a left turn,

quite empty. After all, not many distinguished guests like them would visit

Isabelle standing at the

Finding it hard to fit into the conversation? You should have stayed a socialite instead of changing your field. It’s not that

the mirror. When she heard the remark, she glanced at Sophia’s reflection in

in is not a problem. Sooner or later, it’ll be mine

easily. You have a younger brother, don’t you? What will be yours? In fact, you know very well that the company will not be yours, not to mention

washing her hands and briefly tidied her hair in front of the mirror. The movement of her hair had exposed

Isabelle freeze, so she turned around to look

on Sophia’s neck were too obvious, but one could not tell where the mark had started from. It traveled all the way from her

collar of her shirt. Isabelle turned around slightly to look at the latter with a pout that expressed her frustration at the

frozen on the spot and looked on as Sophia’s reflection moved away and out of the washroom. A long pause later, she lost

back to their reserved dining room while humming a

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