The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Having undergone all that suffering, he still needs to tell us everything. That’s just sad.

Sophia stood at the entrance of the warehouse and looked inside. The man had been pushed off his chair and was now lying huddled on the ground, his body covered in blood. A cigarette dangled from the side of John’s mouth as he stepped down hard on the man’s thigh wound. “And then?”

Seeing that the man refused to speak further, John applied more strength to his foot. The man screamed and then groaned. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you!”

Sophia stood at the door listening to him. The man said hesitantly that the person who instructed him to do this job would often ask him to do this kind of thing, but the previous jobs he had done were more complicated than this one. This job was much simpler; all he had to do was to hit a woman in the belly with a hard object. He originally thought that it was so simple that there was no need for him to spend much effort on it, but he didn’t expect things to end up this way.

When John asked who hired him, the man yelled, “Old Leopard! It’s Old Leopard. All I know is this nickname. His real name is no longer in use. Everybody now calls him that.”

John laughed. “It’s him again? I’ve already had him tailed, yet he is still able to act up. It seems that I need to discard some of my subordinates too.”

Sophia felt bored. Now, she no longer needed to do anything, so there was no room for her to perform any further. Thus, she found a place to sit down by the door and took out her phone to call Matilda. She mainly wanted to ask the latter if she felt any discomfort, and to tell her to go to the hospital quickly if something felt wrong. After all, Matilda was no spring chicken anymore, so there might be some bad effects.

and if she wanted to drink it now. Laughing, Sophia thought to herself that sometimes, things might

came out, saying that they had asked everything that they needed to ask. Sophia nodded. “Let’s go then. Why don’t we go and

that? Wow, I really admire you.” Most women would

“That’s not my blood anyway, so

made a call and asked a doctor to go over to tend to the man’s wounds. Sophia had struck so violently that John found that the wounds were too serious for simple dressing to work. He was certain that they had to be stitched up by

ate her fill without saying a word. Then, she took the time to ask Fabian how he

replied thoughtfully, “Well, I’m fine. Not much has happened. I just spend my days

Blackwell and your mother

words. “They must have said something, or else you won’t be looking at me like

around the bush either. “They did, but they were pretty vague about it, so I don’t know much. But after listening

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