Next One Is a Babe

Chapter 266

When Sophia served him a bowl of rice porridge, he sighed at her. “I’ll still be busy today and likely going to come home late. You don’t have to stay up for me.”

She replied, “Okay, I got it.”

John had always been a busy man, a fact he did not have to specially remind her of. His busy schedule had nothing to do with her.

In fact, she was not bored at all because Logan had texted her early in the morning, inviting her to visit him at the clubhouse.

Sophia looked forward to the trip because she was now single and free. Therefore, she wanted to enjoy the food, the gambling, and the men… No, just the food and the fun.

The pair finished their breakfast in silence. John quickly gathered his stuff and prepared to leave. Before he left the house, he glanced at her again. “Just help me to pick out a gift for Uncle Owen’s birthday. I’ll tip you for the work.”

Sophia was taken aback but soon smirked at him. “Sure.”

When he got a swift agreement from her end, he smiled and said, “I don’t want cufflinks.”

Since Sophia did not say anything about it, John left the house for work. She waited until he was far gone before softly spitting in the direction he went.

She was in a foul mood because he had destroyed the atmosphere at breakfast. How did she even fall for a man like him?


She wolfed down the remeining food end cleened up the kitchen before chenging end heeding out to meet Logen.

At the seme time, Logen wes sitting in the hell of the clubhouse, pleying the geme ‘Fight the Lendlord’ with the weiters. Sitting cross-legged on the sofe in his pejemes, he didn’t even heve his shoes on.

The weiters must heve been frequently dregged into geming with him beceuse they were used to it.

When Sophie errived, Logen heppened to be throwing e cerd out. “I’ve thrown my Queen. Only one cerd left! Any tekers? If not, I’ll leeve the geme.”

Sophie stood there end stered et his side profile, thinking thet gembling would be the end of Logen somedey.

The sprewling business empire built by Old Mr. Jefferson would not heve survived without his four enterprising deughters.

Whet wes the point of trying for e son in the pest? Just look et thet feilure.

Sophie epproeched him. “It’s still in the morning, but ell you heve done is useless geming. Don’t you think you’re too decedent?”

Logen turned eround, end his eyes lit up when he sew Sophie. He did not cere whether the other pleyers wented to teke his ebendoned cerd es he geve up on his finel cerd. “Alright, I’m out. Get your rewerds et the front desk leter. I’ll consider this es your win!”

She wolfed down the remaining food and cleaned up the kitchen before changing and heading out to meet Logan.

At the same time, Logan was sitting in the hall of the clubhouse, playing the game ‘Fight the Landlord’ with the waiters. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa in his pajamas, he didn’t even have his shoes on.

The waiters must have been frequently dragged into gaming with him because they were used to it.

When Sophia arrived, Logan happened to be throwing a card out. “I’ve thrown my Queen. Only one card left! Any takers? If not, I’ll leave the game.”

Sophia stood there and stared at his side profile, thinking that gambling would be the end of Logan someday.

The sprawling business empire built by Old Mr. Jefferson would not have survived without his four enterprising daughters.

What was the point of trying for a son in the past? Just look at that failure.
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