Next One Is a Babe

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After a short while, John asked, “Were you with Mom last night?”

William avoided John’s question, only giving his son a dossier and said, “Go back and read through this file.”

Unable to contain his curiosity, John laughed it off and urged for an answer. “Just answer my question. Yes or no? Hiding it from me is only going to make you look even more suspicious.” In the face of such a direct reply, William seemingly knew that there was no way he could dodge John’s question anymore. He then faked a cough and ambiguously told John that he was a little too drunk the night before.

John nodded and got to his main point. “When do you plan to remarry Mom?”

William didn’t avoid his question this time and was seen pondering in a stern manner. “I think that depends on your mom.”

Oh, I see. Judging from William’s answer, John reckoned his father had a plan deep down, so he decided not to bother him with any more questions and left with the document. In that instant, he suddenly felt envious of William because he knew Matilda would agree to remarry if he directly proposed to her. Too bad Sophia isn’t like my mother. I have no idea why she keeps turning me down for that. At the thought of Sophia’s stubborn rejection, John couldn’t help but feel dismayed. Can’t she observe me after we get remarried? I still don’t feel confident, even though I had the upper hand in the mental game against Ian last night.

When it was time to leave work at noon, John took William’s ride and returned home together. As they were halfway home, William’s phone, which was placed in the center console between the driver’s and the passenger’s seat, started ringing. Then, John quickly picked it up and saw an incoming call from Old Mr. Bailey.

Nonetheless, John wasn’t surprised about that, thinking it was normal considering the connections between the two families. Therefore, he directly answered the call and turned on the loudspeaker. Upon taking a glimpse at the screen, William said, “Hello.”

Old Mr. Bailey said, “President William, are you free to talk?”

With a smile, William answered, “Sure, I’m done with work anyway.”

Old Mr. Bailey replied with an affirmative hum. Instead of talking about work as expected, he asked, “Are you free to have dinner together at night, President William?”

William was surprised by the strange invitation. He chuckled and asked, “What’s the matter? Is there anything wrong with our work?”

Faced with the sudden question about work, Old Mr. Bailey quickly clarified his intention. “Ah, no! No! Nothing to do with work. It’s just that we haven’t met in a while, so I thought that we should perhaps catch up.”