The Returning Ex

When the cars stopped beside John, two men, who appeared to be bodyguards, got out of the vehicles. One of them said in a respectful manner, “Mr. Constance, our master would like to meet you. Will you come with us?”

Without moving, John questioned with a smile, “What if I refuse?”

The bodyguards traded glances, and one of them said, “Mr. Constance, please don’t make it hard for us. We’re just executing the order.”

With a sneer, John fished out his phone and dialed a number—he was calling Old Mr. Bailey.

When the call was connected, Old Mr. Bailey asked smilingly, “John, are you done with your business?”

In a mild tone, John replied, “Mr. Bailey, if you have anything to tell me, just speak to me over the phone. There’s no need to send two men over. If the passersby see this, they might think I’m troubled by some thugs, which isn’t good for my reputation.”

over for a cup of tea. You must have misunderstood my subordinates because they’re not good at expressing themselves. I assure you that

continued, “I’m sorry that I’m not going to your place for a

his resolute rejection, Old Mr. Bailey

on to say, “If there’s nothing important you need to tell me, I’m hanging up the call now. I’m sure you’re aware that I’m burdened

in his words as the Baileys had failed in their attempt to secure some projects recently, so they had no project at hand

like this in the past. As expected, there’s something wrong with him. It seems that I

hung up the call and waved his phone at the bodyguards. Following

Mr. Bailey a call, but did their boss let him go just like this? After John’s car was out of sight, one

them and hung up the call. The bodyguards gazed at each