The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The door to Elder Mr. Bailey’s room was closed. Isabelle turned the handle a few times and found that it was unlocked. She pushed the door open and entered the room with the door wide open behind her.

Firstly, she went over to search the storage under the headboard, but her efforts yielded nothing. His room was slightly larger than others, so she quickly scanned around and went through the items in his wardrobe.

His wardrobe was huge but did not hold a lot of clothes. There was a safe attached within the wardrobe on the left.

She stared at it intensely, but without the password, she dared not attempt to break into the safe recklessly. After staring at it for some time, she had no choice but to close the wardrobe doors and leave the room.

At the same time, Elder Mr. Bailey took a seat at a bench in the backyard. At his old age, he could not withstand such a huge blow. However, he was much more rational than his son. He understood that even if he gave up his life, he would not change the reality of Dexter’s death. The only thing he could do was to adapt to it. Nonetheless, the process was a difficult one.

He ordered the servant to leave him alone for him to enjoy some solitude. The servant did not stay too far away from him and chose a spot under a tree to wait.

Soon, he took out his phone and made a call, which was picked up in no time. In a lowered voice, he questioned, “Have you found the person?”

out there

in their search. You’d better make

so? We’ve been doing this for a long time, but nothing

Bailey let out a sigh. “Move

agreed and promised that the process would be error-free. The promise was unnecessary because they gained Elder Mr. Bailey’s trust for not exposing anything over

Mr. Bailey. He sighed and told them that he could survive this ordeal and that they

felt frustrated. Aside from Bailey Corporation,

eighteen. That plan was down the drain now, for he could only wait until Dexter’s funeral was done

there, he felt a

words of comfort, telling him not to be sad. “There’s no point crying over spilled milk. What we

her with a bit of helplessness. If only Isabelle had successfully won over John, everything would

be out tomorrow. I’ll head over to collect it, but I’m so scared

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