The moment Dylan walked in, he sat down on the chair across from John. “I’ve heard about the Baileys. Why do you not want to deal with them yourself?”

 

Reaching out for the file on the table, John said, “Not exactly. I’ve been too occupied lately and can’t oversee everything.”

With a smirk, Dylan asked, “What happened? Did you have an argument with Miss Bailey or something?”

“Of course not,” denied John without sparing Dylan a glance. “Why would I argue with her? We’re business partners, after all. A cordial relationship is crucial for more wealth to come.”

Pressing his lips together, Dylan said, “I certainly don’t mind accepting this job. As for the Baileys, I’m afraid they may not be pleased. I’m sure someone will contact you once I’ve informed them about this arrangement.”

Chuckling, John said, “Mind you, I’m not sold to their family. It’s just a simple reshuffling within our company, so we don’t really need to care about what they have to say.”

Saying that, John cast a quick glance at Dylan. “I’ve heard that your blind dates didn’t go too well.”

Leaning against the chair, Dylan stared at John. “Not everyone of us is as lucky as you are.”

 

Confused, John asked, “Me? Lucky?”

Dylan nodded. “At least from what I see, you’re one lucky fella.”

that sentence. “Come to think

 

Who knows, sometimes, marrying someone you’re not familiar with

saying this is because you’ve met the right person. Put yourself in my shoes—without

lips into a thin line,

would turn them down

the beginning, when Matilda was arranging his marriage with Isabelle, he had tried to know more about Isabelle from indirect sources and even inquired about the Bailey Family. In the end,

long after, when Old Mr. Constance chucked Sophia at his

advice than to take it.

but hesitated. “About you and Sophia,

a moment, Dylan continued, “I’ve heard that you’ve

 

 

twitched. Got back together

she never agreed to marry me again. No plans for remarriage means she doesn’t belong to me, which also means that

 

about it and replied, “Yes,

Dylan walked toward the door and chuckled. “That’s great. It’s a good thing for people in

he left the room and closed

of Dylan’s strength or it was because of the

John couldn’t help

Dylan returned to his room, he had probably contacted the Baileys to communicate on the reshuffling arrangements, and although it wasn’t clear what they

the phone screen, John

then, he always thought Isabelle was someone with etiquette and had a sense

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