The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

Chapter 161

Isabelle came prepared with some documents about the details of the collaboration and proclamation

of rights concerning the Baileys when it came to the contract. John came over and sat down beside

Sophia, turning into his usual self while working.

Taking up the documents, he read all the clauses. Such a collaboration was rather simple, and the

Baileys didn’t demand anything over the top, so he merely picked out a few clauses and proposed his

opinion.

Sophia didn’t understand a single word since she knew nothing about business. Even the business

terms John and Isabelle used went over her head. Thus, she sat at the side with John’s glass still in her

hand. As she watched them getting engrossed in their discussion, she chuckled soundlessly.

Well, this is the difference. No wonder Mrs. Constance groused every day that I’m not Isabelle’s match

and I’m of no help to John. When we sit together and open our mouths, our true capabilities shine

through. I’m merely glib, while she’s truly capable. This realization had her feeling chagrined.

Taking a gulp of water, she then brought the glass to John’s lips. “Have some water.” John’s brows

furrowed slightly, and he turned to look at her. She doesn’t look as though she’s trying to stir up trouble.

Her expression’s placid. Perhaps it’s just a subconscious action, nothing more. He pursed his lips. After

a while, he placed his lips on the rim of the glass and took a small, token sip.

Sophia pulled the glass back, suddenly finding it ridiculous. Who am I trying to upset here? Why does it

feel as though I’m the unhappiest person at the end of the day? She then placed the glass onto the

table. Upon seeing that John and Isabelle were immersed in the discussion, she slowly got to her feet

and went over to John’s desk.

After searching on his computer, she found the news reports about John. There had been a

countermeasure from Infinity Group in the way of a leaked video. It was a snippet of when John

attended Infinity Group’s bullsh*t party. There were quite a lot of people in the video, seemingly Infinity

Group’s higher management personnel or the like. Meanwhile, Zack stood beside John. So, they’re

implying that I actually didn’t attend the party that night.

Hmm… The corners of her mouth lifted. This isn’t a wise move. This snippet proves the existence of

CCTV surveillance that night, and Infinity Group will be on the losing end once the public calls for the Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

entire footage of the event. She didn’t bother to read the comments underneath. They probably paid

people off to write some favorable comments, but it won’t help to resolve the problem when the issue

gains traction and becomes a practical joke instead.

Sophia then scanned through other news reports, but nothing captured her interest. As she did that,

she kept an eye on the situation between John and Isabelle. The two of them seemed very much

engrossed, John’s expression solemn as he talked with Isabelle about the specifics of the contract and

both parties’ boundaries with a document in his hand. She stared in their direction for a long while.

During a lull, however, Isabelle lifted her eyes and looked over. While her expression wasn’t exactly

goading, it did carry a hint of derision. She merely stared at Sophia for two seconds before retracting

her gaze to look at John with a faint smile on her face. However, John didn’t notice anything, his entire

focus on the document before him.

This time, Sophia didn’t blow up. John is here, and there’s no concrete evidence, so I’ll be on the losing

end if I fly into a rage as I did back at Constance Residence. Leaning back in the chair, she mulled it

over for a while before taking out her cell phone and tapping the camera icon. She pretended to be

looking at her cell phone, but she kept the camera on Isabelle. After some time, she snorted

nonchalantly.

Isabelle looked over reflexively, and John naturally threw her a look as well, but perhaps he knew her

well, so he retracted his gaze after a single glance. However, Isabelle remained staring at her. Shifting

her cell phone, Sophia smirked and arched an eyebrow at Isabelle, her expression utterly provocative.

Isabelle’s face turned frosty, and the contempt in her expression deepened. Shedding all pretense, she

stared at Sophia disdainfully and even sneered, the corners of her mouth curling as she shrugged

slightly.

When Sophia spoke in the next moment, her voice was completely mismatched with the expression on

her face, mirthful and friendly. “You two are really serious while working, so I took a video.”