The Returning Ex

John tossed his phone up in the air and caught it repeatedly. After giving it a thought, he decided to send his subordinate a message. Basically, he taught them what they could do if faced with a similar situation in the future.

Then, he took a seat in front of his computer and reread the files Isabelle had sent him some time ago. It was difficult to track the other party’s account since the money was transferred from overseas. However, some regular patterns could be deduced, like how frequently the money was transferred.

Since there were many files, it was until the middle of the night when he managed to finish reading all of them.

Knocking on his forehead gently, John rose from the chair and returned to the bedroom. Sophia’s sleeping position had changed as her legs stuck out from under the quilt.

After a sigh, John adjusted the quilt for her and lay down beside her.

A moment later, Sophia draped her arms around his waist and mumbled, “You’re slow.”

of her reliance on him. Gratified, John hugged her back and grinned before he

John was filled with happiness, Isabelle

Isabelle’s mother, Philippa Bailey, was sobbing again. She said that she recalled the times when all her family members could enjoy dinner together. Now that Dexter had passed away, she was sorrowful that her son’s usual seat

cried so frequently that Elder Mr. Bailey and her husband had grown impatient

living in the past and think for your own future. You still have

word. Having lost her appetite, she was sent back to her bedroom by the

Mr. Bailey started nagging her by telling her to warm up to John. He hadn’t found out that John

her to look for a capable man to alleviate the family’s burden, even if that man

to her own bedroom in a listless manner. Just then, her father appeared at the door and asked her how she had

Isabelle replied,

Bailey was startled for a moment and nodded. “It’s a shame, but