Next One Is a Babe

An apology actually made no difference at this time, and Sophia didn’t think the singer had anything to apologize for either. She glanced out the window for a moment, the issue with John slipping her mind entirely. “What’s your name? I’ve never asked you this,” she asked in a low voice.

Looking at her, the singer chuckled. “Ian Morgan.”

“Ian Morgan,” Sophia repeated. “It sounds pretty nice.” At this, she lowered her voice again. “Was the woman earlier your mother?”

Ian’s expression froze. “No.”

Sophia chortled. “I thought so. While I didn’t see her entire face, I think you two look different.”

Having thought of something, Ian sneered, “We’re not at all alike.”

As the car drove away from the airport, it headed straight toward the city center. Finally, it came to a stop outside a villa. The villa was massive, so it was apparent that someone who had the wherewithal to purchase such a huge villa here despite the exorbitant price of land had a powerful family background.

Sophia alighted from the car with Ian. Behind them, that woman’s car also came to a stop. Standing beside the car, Sophia lowered her head and glanced at her cell phone. Zack is calling again. All of a sudden, she recalled the fact that John was still facing a problem. Nevertheless, I don’t think he needs me to help him out with the problem. I’m sure he can resolve such a fictitious matter.

Putting down the phone, she twisted her head and stared at the woman who was approaching from behind. The woman put on airs and glanced at her when she walked past. Although the woman was wearing sunglasses, she could sense the disdain on her face when looking at her. All at once, indignation flooded Sophia, and she harrumphed loudly when the woman passed her by.

Stilling, the woman's head snapped back at Sophia, but Sophia didn’t even spare her a glance, keeping her gaze on Ian instead. “Is this your house?”

Ian pursed his lips, seemingly deliberating for a moment before nodding. “Yeah.” His hesitation had Sophia feeling a tad surprised. After shouldering the guitar, Ian circled the car and came to stand beside her. “Let’s go.”

Sophia actually had no idea why she followed him here. She felt that she should take her leave and only get together with Ian when he was free, but Ian raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, applying slight force as he repeated, “Let’s go.” He then steered her toward the villa ahead.

Meanwhile, the woman had already gone over and was standing by the gate. Someone was at the gate, and he hurriedly opened the gate upon seeing her. Ignoring Sophia and Ian, the woman entered ahead of them. With his arm around Sophia, Ian followed her into the yard.

There was only a single building in the yard, but it was very grand. At this time, the door on the ground floor was opened, and right opposite was a sofa facing the door. A man getting on in years was currently sitting upright on the sofa with both hands propped on a cane, staring in the direction of Ian and Sophia.