The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Isabelle went over and scanned the QR code to make payment. Then, she looked at Sophia again. Matilda, on the other hand, had already walked over to the door. It was only when she called out to her did Isabelle reluctantly leave.

At the door, Matilda walked further away upon seeing that Isabelle was making her way over. When Isabelle had caught up to her, she asked in slight puzzlement, “What was your intention in coming here? To say all those things to make Sophia miserable?”

In reality, Isabelle herself didn’t quite understand what she was trying to do. While she indeed wanted to make Sophia miserable, she wasn’t certain how she wanted to accomplish that.

That was why she used the news on the Internet back then as a starting point. Because of the news, she’d previously experienced great agony, feeling as though someone had stabbed her in the heart.

Convinced that Sophia had certainly been tormented by it to the point of losing sleep, she brought it up before her. However, when she did so, she herself was assailed by a wave of distress, so she bluffed and claimed that John had explained things to her.

Staring at her, Matilda shook her head. “It’s no use showing off with words, Belle. Even if you’d said that you were the person John left the bar with, there wouldn’t have been any reaction on Sophia’s part. She has always been calm and unruffled. This time, you really lost to her.”

Isabelle pursed her lips, likewise finding herself inexplicably on the losing end in this battle today.

Moving over to her, Matilda patted her on the shoulder. “Never mind, don’t think about it now. Let’s go for dinner first.” Isabelle said nothing further and left with her.

mask of wintry coldness. Young Lady Isabelle Bailey seems unable to read the situation now. Hah, I wonder what she intended by coming

took out the mop, but just when she was about to start mopping, her cell phone rang. She sauntered over and picked it up for a quick glance. It’s an unknown number, and from another city

several such calls in the past, so she declined the call and went back

she was done with the cleaning, a call came in again from the same number. Frowning, she glanced at it. This time, she picked up the call.

the other person stammered, “Is this Sophia Gwendolyn?” It was a woman’s voice, the voice tinged with

away. Instead, she countered,

suddenly started

together. I don’t recognize this person’s voice, and no one calls me Soph. She pursed her lips, growing a smidge impatient as her conviction grew that

from the other

very much taken aback. “Who are you again? Repeat that, please.” Her tone was neither anxious nor exuberant. Instead, it was filled

your information. Let me tell you, my mother is dead. She’s been dead for many years now. You want to scam

poured herself a glass of water and guzzled

young and beautiful lady now. She inhaled deeply, repeating the motion a few times. Then, she promptly packed and locked up before hailing a taxi

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