Female Novel
Chapter 157
Sophia, however, didn’t notice John’s subtle action, merely staring at him seriously. “I find it trulystrange 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 thedocuments 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 Iwas entertaining clients. We’re not acquaintances per se since there are no business dealings betweenus.” The Morgan Family is in investment, and they seem to be doing rather well, but… He fixed hisgaze on her. “From a friend’s perspective, I’d advise you to keep your distance from this family.” novelbin
The corners of Sophia’s mouth turned down for a moment. “Why?” John said nothing, so she grewchagrined and muttered, “You asked me to keep my distance from Dylan, and now Ian, but you won’teven 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 atonce, John’s head snapped up and Sophia swiveled, both staring at him in unison. The smile on hisface 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?”
After that, no one spoke. Picking up her cell phone, Sophia started reading the news reports on theInternet. I wonder when those reporters will compile my interview earlier into an article and publish it. Ithink 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 itwas a message. Picking it up, he took a glance, only to see that the message was from Isabelle. Shewas 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 contemplatingfor 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 themedia who could help to publish some articles to proclaim his innocence. John stared at it for a longtime before replying, saying that it wasn’t necessary and adding a thank you at the end. He had someacquaintances in the media as well, but he disliked coming forward to clarify things. Rather, hepreferred 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 ofhis 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 orderedarrived. Even more excited than Zack, she jumped off the sofa and slipped her shoes back on, leavingher cell phone on the sofa. Zack had ordered quite a lot, and it was all at the reception desk. As it wasnow lunch break, the receptionist couldn’t bring the food up since she was managing the front deskalone. 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 anymind, 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’. Sincethey’d just spoken of the Morgan Family a moment ago, he more or less knew who it was. Afterpondering 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.”