Next One Is a Babe

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John did not look at President McCaw when he passed the menu to Sophia and asked in a gentle voice, "Have a look at what you'd like to eat."

Knowing that he was merely putting up a show, as this was the only time John would be so gentle to her, she grunted before taking the menu from him.

Zack chose not to expose them but quietly sat there.

Even though Sophia skipped lunch, she was still not feeling hungry, and none of the food on the menu seemed appetizing.

She pointed at a picture on the menu and edged in on John. "What about this one?"

They were in close proximity, and John could smell her scent.

Sophia seemingly had a fondness for anything related to roses, so she owned many rose-scented things.

John grunted. "Let's order it then."

Sophia proceeded to order three dishes before passing the menu to Zack, who duly added one more dish to the menu.

As for John, he did not order anything.

Sitting next to them, President McCaw felt slightly awkward. He then added, "President Constance, this time around I came to offer my sincere apologies to you. I had no idea about everything that happened before. Our staff, Elizabeth Cox, has never done anything like that before. It was truly beyond our imagination."

John did not respond when Sophia turned to President McCaw.

This caused President McCaw to look at her rather embarrassingly. "Mrs. Constance, I'm truly sorry for causing trouble. It's the fault of our employee who decided to employ some inappropriate measures on her own. We've already fired her. I promise you that there won't be anything of this sort in our future collaboration."

Sophia stared at President McCaw, not saying a word, and this made him feel embarrassed.

President McCaw licked his lips and added, "Mrs. Constance, we didn't know that you were coming with President Constance that day. Otherwise, we would've definitely invited you. T-This is truly a misunderstanding. Luckily there weren't any serious consequences.

Sophia sneered rather blandly as opposed to expressing sarcasm. "Then, what would you consider to be serious consequences?"

President McCaw's face began to flush.

Sophia then leaned on John's arms. "If I didn't show up that day, something might have happened. President McCaw, the reason that nothing serious happened was because of me, not you."

President McCaw quickly nodded. "Yes. You're right. It's definitely our oversight. We thought that in order to express our sincere apology, we could take a step back in some of the details in relation to our collaboration—"

"No. No," Sophia interrupted him. "What happened then can never be remedied by any contractual terms."

She gently lifted her head and turned to John, sounding slightly flirtatious. "I wouldn't dare to think about what might’ve happened had I not decided to show up at the very last minute that day. Would my marriage have come to an end then?"

John looked Sophia in the eye, and the two were extremely close. John would be able to kiss her on her lips had he lowered his head.

John paused for a moment before saying, "Good that you showed up. It would be beyond me to think about what would've happened had you not been around."

These words were not words of courtesy nor were they a show. John meant it when he said that.

John was a germaphobe—a serious one. Not only when it came to normal details in his daily living but also when it came to sexual affairs.