The Returning Ex

John was surprised. “Are you here to attend a social gathering?”

Isabelle nodded. “Yes. I’ve followed my dad to such gatherings a few times, but I’m still not used to it. The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes. I seized the chance to sneak out when they were a little drunk. This kind of gathering is a torture.”

John smiled and kept the lighter, deciding not to smoke.

Gazing out the window, Isabelle continued, “In fact, I’m a light drinker. I didn’t want to come, but my dad insisted that I should get used to such gatherings.” After saying that, she put on a smile. “You know that my brother is still young, so as the elder sister, I have to pave the path for his future. As my dad’s health has declined, I guess I’m pretty useful at this point.”

She guffawed upon finishing her words as though what she had said was just a joke.

John understood the situation the Bailey Family was in. Isabelle’s younger brother, Dexter Bailey, was still a student. Naturally, the other men from the other branches of the Bailey Family wanted to seize the chance and divide up the company.

Old Mr. Bailey was aged, therefore he had less energy to take care of the company. Hence, he needed a helper at this point, and the only person he could trust was Isabelle. Despite that being the case, it was difficult for Isabelle to transition from a carefree debutante to a businesswoman.

Gazing at her, John’s expression changed. Sometimes, he thought there were

sigh and tapped on her chest. “I feel unwell after drinking some wine. Do you think I’m

his hands tucked in his pockets, John gazed out the window. “You will get used to it.

as she understood it wasn’t a good topic to bring up, so she changed it a little. “Take you as an example. I can see that you

her, John

private room. Before she left,

that John remained silent, Isabelle heaved a

event like this wouldn’t end without most of the people

him with a glass of wine, he put on a smile and picked up his

to Mr. Mccoy, “Come on, I apologize

much respect to him. After a few rounds, he couldn’t take it anymore and slumped into a chair, dozing