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.”

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

with happiness, Isabelle was in a miserable

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

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

said, “Mom, stop living in the past and think for your own future. You still have your own life to

word. Having lost her appetite, she

her to warm up to John. He hadn’t found out that John and Sophia had

her father also persuaded her to look for a capable man to alleviate the family’s burden, even if that man couldn’t be John. Therefore, Isabelle kept her silence as

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

her father, Isabelle

startled for a moment and