Next One Is a Babe

When the cars stopped beside John, two men, who appeared to be bodyguards, got out of the vehicles. One of them said in a respectful manner, “Mr. Constance, our master would like to meet you. Will you come with us?”

Without moving, John questioned with a smile, “What if I refuse?”

The bodyguards traded glances, and one of them said, “Mr. Constance, please don’t make it hard for us. We’re just executing the order.”

With a sneer, John fished out his phone and dialed a number—he was calling Old Mr. Bailey.

When the call was connected, Old Mr. Bailey asked smilingly, “John, are you done with your business?”

In a mild tone, John replied, “Mr. Bailey, if you have anything to tell me, just speak to me over the phone. There’s no need to send two men over. If the passersby see this, they might think I’m troubled by some thugs, which isn’t good for my reputation.”

Old Mr. Bailey guffawed. “You’re exaggerating. I just want to invite you over for a cup of tea. You must have misunderstood my subordinates because they’re not good at expressing themselves. I assure you that they’re not thugs. We live in a society governed by law, and we’re all law-abiding citizens. Do you agree with me?”

“Oh…” John replied in a perfunctory and languid manner. He then continued, “I’m sorry that I’m not going to your place for a cup of tea because I’ve been suffering from insomnia recently, and my doctor has advised against drinking anything that contains caffeine.”

Hearing his resolute rejection, Old Mr. Bailey fell silent.

In a confident manner, John put on a smile and went on to say, “If there’s nothing important you need to tell me, I’m hanging up the call now. I’m sure you’re aware that I’m burdened with some projects currently, which are all taxing tasks.”

Old Mr. Bailey understood the hidden meaning in his words as the Baileys had failed in their attempt to secure some projects recently, so they had no project at hand at the moment. As a result, their company’s business was going downhill.

Thinking of that, Old Mr. Bailey gritted his teeth. John wouldn’t treat me like this in the past. As expected, there’s something wrong with him. It seems that I was right to send him a message to probe him last night.

Before Old Mr. Bailey could speak, John directly hung up the call and waved his phone at the bodyguards. Following that, he got into his car, started the engine, and stepped on the gas pedal.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, not understanding what John meant. They knew that John gave Old Mr. Bailey a call, but did their boss let him go just like this? After John’s car was out of sight, one of them dialed their boss’s number.