Next One Is a Babe

She thought that the man would only return after fooling around again.

Stretching her limbs, Sophia walked out from the study room.

However, instead of returning to her room, she went downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Young Master Owen’s birthday was coming soon and the tea set was still placed in the living room.

It would be a hassle to move all of them to the Constance Residence later on.

Sophia loitered downstairs for a moment before heading upstairs again.

While she was walking in the corridor, she stared at John’s room. However, the door was shut and she couldn’t see anything.

Sophia harrumphed before turning around and entered her room.

For some reason beyond Sophia’s understanding, the two of them had somewhat started a cold war.

To be honest, John didn’t really understand it as well.

However, he just didn’t feel good. He felt something was amiss no matter what he did.

Young Master Owen’s birthday fell on a weekend. John got up early on the day as he wanted to get back to the Constance Residence earlier.

It was a surprise for him to see Sophia cooking when he came downstairs.

Staring from the staircase, he started frowning.

The irritation within him suddenly flared up without any forewarning.

The thought of him having to act as a loving couple with Sophia in front of everyone today made his head ache.

John went down and sat next to the couch. “Let’s go back to the Constance Residence earlier and eat there.”

Turning around to give John a look, Sophia said, “You should head there first. I’ll only go during the afternoon.”

Since the people there didn’t really welcome her, it would be boring if she had gone earlier to spend the rest of her day there.

John stared at Sophia for a few seconds before he answered monotonously, “Whatever.”

Then, he turned around and left.

Without being bothered by John’s attitude, Sophia continued preparing her breakfast. After that, she hummed as she took her meal to the dining room and started eating.

Sophia placed her phone on the table while she scrolled through the tabloid. There wasn’t anything interesting.

Then, she went to look at the finance segment. Yep. It was definitely more interesting here.

The latest news reported that after the collaboration between the Bailey Family and the Constance Family, they tried to get into touch with the Third Young Lady Jefferson. It seemed that they wanted to work together with the Jefferson Family as well.

How interesting. Sophia had previously mentioned that the Bailey Family wouldn’t get into contact with the Jefferson Family for no reason.

There must be a purpose behind their action.

The Bailey Family was trying to set up an image for Isabelle.

After Isabelle got into the company, the Bailey Family had been doing their best to remove any obstacles on her way to success.

Old Mr. Bailey must have wanted to pave the way for Isabelle.

It must have been nice to have a nice father.

Sophia pouted. While others had nice fathers, her father could hardly give her any help she needed.

Sinca tha paopla thara didn’t raally walcoma har, it would ba boring if sha had gona aarliar to spand tha rast of har day thara.

John starad at Sophia for a faw saconds bafora ha answarad monotonously, “Whatavar.”

Than, ha turnad around and laft.

Without baing botharad by John’s attituda, Sophia continuad praparing har braakfast. Aftar that, sha hummad as sha took har maal to tha dining room and startad aating.

Sophia placad har phona on tha tabla whila sha scrollad through tha tabloid. Thara wasn’t anything intarasting.

Than, sha want to look at tha financa sagmant. Yap. It was dafinitaly mora intarasting hara.

Tha latast naws raportad that aftar tha collaboration batwaan tha Bailay Family and tha Constanca Family, thay triad to gat into touch with tha Third Young Lady Jaffarson. It saamad that thay wantad to work togathar with tha Jaffarson Family as wall.

How intarasting. Sophia had praviously mantionad that tha Bailay Family wouldn’t gat into contact with tha Jaffarson Family for no raason.

Thara must ba a purposa bahind thair action.