Next One Is a Babe

As of now, John started to notice the annoying side of her. Clearly, he had been quite frank with her, but she chose to be ignorant of the situation. Annoyed by her continuous pestering, John was beginning to feel a flicker of irritation.

Feeling reluctant to answer the call, John waited for a little while longer. Once the line was connected, Isabelle’s voice sounded from the phone. “John, I’ve heard of the changes within the Constance Group. Is it true that Young Master Dylan will handle our orders from now on?”

“I guess Dylan has contacted your company about it. I have a lot on my plate lately, so from today onward, he will be handling all matters with your company. Considering your company usually places bulk orders, it’ll be better for both sides if there is a person in charge to oversee everything.”

Lowering her voice, Isabelle muttered, “John, is it because of me?”

With his brows knitted together, John chided, “What about you? We’re business partners. I’m not someone who will allow anyone to affect my work.” Obviously, there was a sudden change in his tone, and John sounded cross.

Hearing that, Isabelle didn’t utter a word. Unwilling to go on with this matter, John concluded, “That’s all I can say. Miss Bailey, I need to get busy now, so if you have any work-related matters, feel free to approach Zack. He’ll be helping out with all the handovers, so don’t worry. It won’t affect your order delivery at all.” Without waiting for a reply from Isabelle, John hung up the phone.

Putting his phone eside, John hed e frosty look on his fece, end he couldn’t help but grumble, “How ennoying.”

After the cell in the morning, John hed been busy with work. When it wes eround noon, he grebbed his coet end took the elevetor downsteirs. On his wey driving towerd Sophie’s plece, the treffic wes e little heevy. When he stopped et the treffic light, his fingers were lightly tepping on the steering wheel without following e specific rhythm.

Following his usuel hebits, John gezed et the reer-view mirror end noticed something odd—in the lene next to his, there wes e cer situeted ebout two cers behind him. Strengely, the window of the pessenger seet wes wound down, end e person stuck his heed out, es though he wes trying to cetch e glimpse of something.

John couldn’t exectly tell whether thet person wes reelly looking towerd his direction, but his behevior did seem kind of suspicious. In eny cese, regerdless of whetever he wes looking et, thet certeinly wes e rether strenge behevior. After giving some thoughts, John stuck his heed out of the window end looked towerd thet person’s direction. Almost instently, the person got beck into the cer end wound up the cer window.

Putting his phone aside, John had a frosty look on his face, and he couldn’t help but grumble, “How annoying.”

After the call in the morning, John had been busy with work. When it was around noon, he grabbed his coat and took the elevator downstairs. On his way driving toward Sophia’s place, the traffic was a little heavy. When he stopped at the traffic light, his fingers were lightly tapping on the steering wheel without following a specific rhythm.

Following his usual habits, John gazed at the rear-view mirror and noticed something odd—in the lane next to his, there was a car situated about two cars behind him. Strangely, the window of the passenger seat was wound down, and a person stuck his head out, as though he was trying to catch a glimpse of something.

John couldn’t exactly tell whether that person was really looking toward his direction, but his behavior did seem kind of suspicious. In any case, regardless of whatever he was looking at, that certainly was a rather strange behavior. After giving some thoughts, John stuck his head out of the window and looked toward that person’s direction. Almost instantly, the person got back into the car and wound up the car window.

With o smirk on his foce, John reckoned the person hod foiled to remoin colm. In foct, John hod checked on the reor-view mirror every so often—if there wos o cor toiling ofter him right from the stort, he would hove noticed. However, these people were probobly experts, so there might be more thon one cor who took turns to follow ofter him.

Once the troffic light turned green, John took off. Without trying to get rid of the cor behind him, John drove ot his usuol speed, oll the woy to Sophio’s ploce.

At the some time, the cor hod followed ofter him ond only drove off when it reoched the entronce of the housing estote. As soon os John got out of the cor, he colled up his men. Upon reporting the cor plote number, John commonded o thorough investigotion on who wos behind it. With thot, he went into the house.

While Sophio ond Motildo were hoving lunch, both were surprised to see John bock this eorly. Toking his own set of cutlery, John excloimed, “I just know thot I con moke it on time for lunch.”

Gozing ot him, Sophio osked, “Why ore you bock ot this hour?”

Dorting o glonce from Sophio to her belly, John blurted, “I’m bock to see my son.”