Next One Is a Babe

Matilda agreed with Sophia. “Yes, you should go. You can only be relieved when you take a look for yourself.”

Logan guffawed. “No, there’s no need for that. I’m not worried at all.”

Sophia leaned her back against the chair. “Then we’re not playing anymore. Your poker skills haven’t improved one bit since we last met.”

Logan gazed at her from the corner of his eye and fell silent.

Since the game was over, the servant resumed his duties. After they chatted for a while, Logan’s phone started ringing again. He picked it up, tutted, and answered the call. “What’s wrong again?”

Upon hearing what the person said over the phone, he scowled. “Really?” He then stood straight up and said, “Alright, where are you? I’m going now. I have to see for myself those people who have the guts to make a scene there.”

After the other person replied to him, Logan hung up the call and turned to Sophia. “Sophia, feel free to continue the game. I have to go now. This matter requires my immediate attention.”

Sophia nodded. “Alright, go ahead. We’re comfortable on our own here. Take your time to settle the problem.”

Logan grunted and turned to leave, the golden chain on his neck swaying as he walked. After he stepped out of the room, Sophia rose and walked toward the window, where she could peer downstairs.

When Logan reached downstairs, he made a call. Upon listening to what the person said over the phone, he seemed irritated and paced around. A while later, he got into a car and drove off without a chauffeur.

Sophia turned around and locked eyes with Matilda. “Something serious must have happened. Logan is acting weird.”

Matilda chuckled and stretched her back. “It’s normal that he has his own secrets that are kept from you.” She then rose unsteadily and said, “This place looks amazing. I have to take a look at the backyard.”

Since Sophia wasn’t interested in a backyard tour, she remained seated and waited for Logan’s return.

As soon as Matilda left the room, her phone buzzed. Isabelle had sent her a message to tell her the number of the private room and the time for the meal. In fact, they had discussed it last night, so it wasn’t necessary for Isabelle to remind her one more time.

With her eyes fixed on the message, Matilda smiled and deleted it. Isabelle has lost her confidence. She’s slowly losing the qualities I like about her. Without replying to her, Matilda kept her phone and took a stroll around the backyard.