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.”

her dream. Perhaps it was a sign of her reliance on him. Gratified, John hugged her back

was filled with happiness, Isabelle was in a

her family members could enjoy dinner together. Now that Dexter had

she cried so frequently that Elder Mr. Bailey and her

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

uttering a word. Having lost her appetite, she was sent

dinner, Elder Mr. Bailey started nagging her by telling her to warm up to John. He hadn’t found

to look for a capable man to alleviate the family’s burden,

her own bedroom in a listless manner. Just then, her father appeared

at her father, Isabelle replied,

moment and nodded. “It’s a shame,