The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

Chapter 207

The expression on John’s face soured as he repeated his question while looking at Sophia, “Why are

you here?”

Sophia arched her brow while returning the question, “I could ask the same of you.”

John pulled his lips into a thin line before saying, “I’m here for a business meeting.”

A chuckle escaped her as she replied in a placid manner, “It’s rare to see someone at a business

meeting during weekends.” Not only did you spend the whole day being idle, you didn’t even bring Zack

with you now that you’re here.

“John?” The voice of a woman came through before John could speak. Sophia didn’t even need to turn

around to know who the voice belonged to, as it was unique to Isabelle. John looked toward her upon

turning around, while the latter seemed to not have noticed Sophia as she rambled on, “I came to

check on you. What took you so long?”

Meanwhile, Logan wore a frown as he observed Isabelle with a puzzled look on his face. “Who would

this be?”

There was a pause on Isabelle’s part, as if she had just noticed Sophia. “Oh, aren’t you Miss

Gwendolyn?” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Well, well, have I not reminded you about my title? Such was her thought when she turned to look at

Isabelle. “Oh, aren’t you Miss Bailey? It seems like you have a bad memory, since you failed to

remember my title even after multiple reminders. You should be careful if you can’t remember such

details, as it wouldn’t do to make any major mistakes while on your job.”

Isabelle kept her silence while retaining her smile, whereas Logan repeated himself, “Who is she?”

Then, Sophia explained, “Ah, right. She is the daughter of the Bailey Family, who will soon be working

with the Constances.” She then checked on the fish tank beside her before swiftly changing the topic.

“This one! Logan, let’s have this, I like it!”

“Sure, as long as you like it!” Logan didn’t even look at what she was pointing at.

Right after that, Sophia checked on the huge crabs beside it, then she pointed at them despite not

knowing their species. “This one too.”

“Sure, one of these as well, please,” Logan told the waiter who was waiting beside him.

Sophia seemed to be enjoying what she did as she went on, “Ian likes this fish, so let’s have one of

these too.”

Logan began sulking while he asked, “Why aren’t you asking me what I want to have instead?”

Upon turning to look at Logan, Sophia burst into laughter. “You can have some leftovers since we

ordered this much! It won’t do if we are to waste food!”

Logan was waving his hands around while complaining, “Sophia, you’ve crossed a line! I will make a

complaint to Ian!”

The fact that they were having so much fun roused feelings of envy within both John and Isabelle, who

both wore a gloomy expression while they stood there. Isabelle knew Logan as an eccentric who was

selective of the company he kept.

Judging from the manner in which they conversed, Sophia and Logan seemed to be close friends. Not

only that Logan wasn’t angry at all when Sophia barked orders at him, he was even actively going

along with it happily. Isabelle sulked upon thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Sophia ordered anything that she fancied, but Logan didn’t seem to care about how much

he would have to pay later on. She clapped her hands with much satisfaction after making all of her

orders. “Okay, that will be all!”

Logan nodded in response before telling the waiter, “That will be all. Please make these two into

sashimi, and these should be steamed. As for the rest, make them into a seafood platter.” After that, he

proceeded to usher Sophia away. “Come on, they are still waiting in the room!”

Sophia arched her brows at John before leaving joyfully with Logan, while Logan waved at John as he

passed by him. “You should come join us later when you have time! It’s been a while since we last

met!”

With a short grunt, John accepted the invitation extended to him. After they left, Isabelle mumbled, all

the while staring at Sophia’s retreating figure, “How did Miss Gwendolyn and Young Master Jefferson

know each other? From what I gather, his clubhouse is…”