The Returning Ex

Chapter 157

Sophia, however, didn’t notice John’s subtle action, merely staring at him seriously. “I find it truly strange that he knew me when I rarely go out.”

Schooling his expression, John asked calmly, “You went to his house?”

Sophia nodded and even blurted out the location of Ian’s house outright. “It was a rather huge house. His family must be exceedingly affluent since it’s right in the city center.”

The moment John heard the location, he knew which family it was. Lowering his head, he put away the documents on his desk. “It should be the Morgan Family, then.”

Sophia blinked. “Yes, yes, his first name is Morgan. You’re acquainted with him?”

John murmured an affirmation. “I once saw the patriarch of the Morgan Family, Old Mr. Morgan, when I was entertaining clients. We’re not acquaintances per se since there are no business dealings between us.” The Morgan Family is in investment, and they seem to be doing rather well, but… He fixed his gaze on her. “From a friend’s perspective, I’d advise you to keep your distance from this family.”

The corners of Sophia’s mouth turned down for a moment. “Why?” John said nothing, so she grew chagrined and muttered, “You asked me to keep my distance from Dylan, and now Ian, but you won’t even give me a reason. John Constance, what’s the meaning of this?”

Before John could respond, Zack piped up from the side, “Can’t you guess? Boss is jealous.” All at once, John’s head snapped up and Sophia swiveled, both staring at him in unison. The smile on his face slowly faded, and his voice became a mere whisper. “I was just joking. Why are you two looking at me like this? Can’t I even joke?” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After that, no one spoke. Picking up her cell phone, Sophia started reading the news reports on the Internet. I wonder when those reporters will compile my interview earlier into an article and publish it. I

think I did a good job and have explained everything perfectly.

Meanwhile, John was reclining in his chair. Shortly after, his cell phone vibrated again, and this time it was a message. Picking it up, he took a glance, only to see that the message was from Isabelle. She was also asking about the news reports on the Internet, inquiring whether it was impacting him much. Judging from the contents of this message, she believes that I didn’t do anything. After contemplating for a moment, he replied that everything was fine.

Immediately after, the second message came in. This time, she said that she knew some people in the media who could help to publish some articles to proclaim his innocence. John stared at it for a long time before replying, saying that it wasn’t necessary and adding a thank you at the end. He had some acquaintances in the media as well, but he disliked coming forward to clarify things. Rather, he preferred to speak with evidence when the matter had brewed sufficiently.

Again, another message came in from Isabelle who said that she didn’t want to watch him being vilified. This time, John didn’t reply anymore. Putting down his cell phone, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one without any regard for the others.

Before Sophia could find the news report she wanted to see on the Internet, the food Zack ordered arrived. Even more excited than Zack, she jumped off the sofa and slipped her shoes back on, leaving her cell phone on the sofa. Zack had ordered quite a lot, and it was all at the reception desk. As it was now lunch break, the receptionist couldn’t bring the food up since she was managing the front desk alone. Thus, Sophia went down with Zack to get the food.

Just after they’d gone out, Sophia’s cell phone that was on the sofa rang. At first, John didn’t pay it any mind, but when no one answered the first time, it then instantly started ringing again. Getting up slowly, he went over and picked it up. The caller ID on the screen flashed with the name ‘Ian Morgan’. Since

they’d just spoken of the Morgan Family a moment ago, he more or less knew who it was. After pondering for a moment, he took the call.

The person on the other end started, “Sophia?”

With a hand in his pocket, John cast his gaze over at the window. “It’s me.”

Ian was startled. After a few seconds, he asked, “John Constance?”

John snorted. “Yes, I’m John Constance.”