The Returning Ex

Although the employees dared not say anything openly, their furtive gossiping never ceased. Thus, when Isabelle came today, they looked at her askance. If they had to pick between Isabelle and Sophia, most of them would still side with Sophia.

Firstly, Sophia appeared much more easy-going, always wearing a smile, whereas Isabelle preferred to put on airs, giving off a feeling of detachment. Secondly, Isabelle didn’t have a leg to stand on in this entire farce. Many people felt that she was the third party, and naturally, the public abhorred homewreckers.

After reading all the documents in his office, Dylan stood up and went to the pantry. When he reached the pantry door, he stopped. There were people in the pantry—three female employees—who were gathered by the window, chatting while sipping tea. Although their voices were lowered, Dylan could still hear them by the door.

One of them remarked, “I still think that Miss Gwendolyn is quite nice.”

I think so, too. Miss Gwendolyn is obviously a person who brings good luck to her husband. She’s always

looked at the second person. “Miss Whitman, you are quite far-sighted. In my opinion, while Miss Gwendolyn looks petite and slim, she’s exactly the type of woman with potential. She’ll

three of them

the laughter had subsided, the third person sighed and continued, “All in all, Miss Gwendolyn is indeed quite a nice person. Although I’ve only seen her a handful of times,

a while, he saw a group of people filing past his office door. Precisely speaking, they were John, William, and the Baileys. Isabelle was walking beside John, and she happened to have her head

room door was open, so John reflectively glanced into his room when he walked past the door. Dylan smiled and mouthed something to him. At first, John frowned, but he then understood Dylan’s remark, and his expression instantly darkened. Conversely, Dylan chuckled as he gazed

who’d stopped