The Returning Ex

The moment Dylan walked in, he sat down on the chair across from John. “I’ve heard about the Baileys. Why do you not want to deal with them yourself?”

Reaching out for the file on the table, John said, “Not exactly. I’ve been too occupied lately and can’t oversee everything.”

With a smirk, Dylan asked, “What happened? Did you have an argument with Miss Bailey or something?”

“Of course not,” denied John without sparing Dylan a glance. “Why would I argue with her? We’re business partners, after all. A cordial relationship is crucial for more wealth to come.”

Pressing his lips together, Dylan said, “I certainly don’t mind accepting this job. As for the Baileys, I’m afraid they may not be pleased. I’m sure someone will contact you once I’ve informed them about this arrangement.”

Chuckling, John said, “Mind you, I’m not sold to their family. It’s just a simple reshuffling within our company, so we don’t really need to care about what they have to say.”

Saying that, John cast a quick glance at Dylan. “I’ve heard that your blind dates didn’t go too well.”

Leaning against the chair, Dylan stared at John. “Not everyone of us is as lucky as you are.”

John asked, “Me?

least from what I see, you’re one

the meaning of that sentence. “Come to think of it, I do have the devil’s

sometimes, marrying someone you’re

reason you’re saying this is because you’ve met the right person. Put yourself in my

a thin line, John

would turn

about Isabelle from indirect sources and even inquired about the Bailey Family. In the end, he had agreed to the arranged

Mr. Constance chucked Sophia at

to take it. When it happened to oneself, it would

seat, Dylan looked as if he was about to turn and leave, but hesitated. “About you and

“I’ve heard that you’ve got back together

eyebrow twitched. Got

never agreed to marry me again.