The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Although the employees dared not say anything openly, their furtive gossiping never ceased. Thus, when Isabelle came today, they looked at her askance. If they had to pick between Isabelle and Sophia, most of them would still side with Sophia.

Firstly, Sophia appeared much more easy-going, always wearing a smile, whereas Isabelle preferred to put on airs, giving off a feeling of detachment. Secondly, Isabelle didn’t have a leg to stand on in this entire farce. Many people felt that she was the third party, and naturally, the public abhorred homewreckers.

After reading all the documents in his office, Dylan stood up and went to the pantry. When he reached the pantry door, he stopped. There were people in the pantry—three female employees—who were gathered by the window, chatting while sipping tea. Although their voices were lowered, Dylan could still hear them by the door.

One of them remarked, “I still think that Miss Gwendolyn is quite nice.”

Another one nodded. “Yup, I think so, too. Miss Gwendolyn is obviously a person who brings good luck to her husband. She’s always smiling, so that invites fortune.”

At this, the third person chuckled and looked at the second person. “Miss Whitman, you are quite far-sighted. In my opinion, while Miss Gwendolyn looks petite and slim, she’s exactly the type of woman with potential. She’ll definitely give birth to a son in the future!”

After saying this, the three of them burst out laughing.

indeed quite a nice person. Although I’ve only seen her a

surprises. After reclining against his chair for a while, he saw a group of people filing past his office door. Precisely speaking, they were John,

open, so John reflectively glanced into his room when he walked past the door. Dylan smiled and mouthed something to him. At

who’d stopped walking in slight astonishment. “What’s

The two of them then

and John in the beginning, but the moment they caught sight of Isabelle, some couldn’t keep their disdain under wraps, mild contempt showing on their faces. Isabelle naturally saw this, but she could only pretend that she saw nothing. The comments on the Internet are much more severe than these people’s gazes,

her, his gaze pinned on the opposite street. Camera flashes went off across the street. He’d actually spotted the paparazzi lying in wait in the shop across the road as soon as he’d

can’t get anything from me and Isabelle, they’ll probably go to Sophia. He didn’t want these people

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