Next One Is a Babe

Turning her head, Sophia looked outside and continued, “Most of the desserts at Logan's clubhouse are supplied by me. He will only look elsewhere if I really can't prepare that many. Also, the afternoon tea that the Constance Group’s employees enjoy are all sourced from my shop. In fact, if I simply supply these two places without actually opening for business, this shop’s profit is already quite substantial.”

The corner of Sophia’s mouth curved up as a relaxed expression crossed her face. “I’m opening the business to other customers simply because I’m bored. Actually, I don’t think we’re that much different since we both rely on others for support. The only difference is that you live off your parents, while I rely on men and friends.”

She deliberately made John’s identity a little ambiguous, then she smiled at Isabelle after she finished speaking. The hidden meaning behind her words was palpable.

Isabelle's expression changed a little before returning to normal again. Puckering her lips, she said, “Miss Gwendolyn, I’ve experienced how slick you are with your words before.”

On the surface, Sophia appeared flattered as her eyes moved to gaze outside again. “Miss Bailey, your attitude surprises me too. I think that you and Madam Flintstone are often similar in many ways. You two should go and do a paternity test. Perhaps the Constance Family had gotten the wrong child in the past.”

Isabelle didn't understand what Sophia meant. After Sophia finished speaking, she continued to explain, “Time after time, I’ve made mincemeat of you and Matilda, yet you two seem to have no memory of those times and still choose to come here and self-destruct.” Sophia shook her head and added, “Both of you are really alike. Besides, Madam Flintstone really likes you, so you shouldn’t exclude the possibility that you’re both actually biologically related.”

In the past, if someone had said that Isabelle and Matilda were very similar to each other, Isabelle might not think too much about it, but things were different now. Matilda’s matter was still a hot topic on the Internet, and her reputation was in tatters online.

So, when Sophia said that they were very similar to each other, Isabelle felt that the other woman was being sarcastic and mocking her, making her expression darken at once.

As Sophia stared out of the window, the smile at the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious.

When John's car stopped outside of the shop, the first thing he noticed was Sophia smiling. He was a little surprised. After the divorce, she had never shown such a happy expression whenever she saw him again.

He got down from the car and strode toward Sophia’s shop. After taking a few steps, he finally saw the person sitting opposite Sophia. It was none other than Isabelle. Startled, John’s expression changed imperceptibly.

When Isabelle saw him coming their way, a trace of panic flashed across her face before she returned to her usual composure. John opened the door and entered. Looking at Isabelle, he commented, “Why are you here, Miss Bailey?”

Isabelle smiled. “I was passing by, so I came to check it out.”

John then turned to look at Sophia. “Why didn’t you leave after work? I went to your house and waited for a while at the door.”