The moment Dylan walked in, he sat down on the chair across from John. “I’ve heard about the Baileys. Why do you
not want to deal with them yourself?”
Reaching out for the file on the table, John said, “Not exactly. I’ve been too occupied lately and can’t oversee
everything.”
With a smirk, Dylan asked, “What happened? Did you have an argument with Miss Bailey or something?”
“Of course not,” denied John without sparing Dylan a glance. “Why would I argue with her? We’re business partners,
after all. A cordial relationship is crucial for more wealth to come.”
Pressing his lips together, Dylan said, “I certainly don’t mind accepting this job. As for the Baileys, I’m afraid they
may not be pleased. I’m sure someone will contact you once I’ve informed them about this arrangement.”
Chuckling, John said, “Mind you, I’m not sold to their family. It’s just a simple reshuffling within our company, so we
don’t really need to care about what they have to say.”
Saying that, John cast a quick glance at Dylan. “I’ve heard that your blind dates didn’t go too well.”
Leaning against the chair, Dylan stared at John. “Not everyone of us is as lucky as you are.”
Confused, John asked, “Me? Lucky?”
Dylan nodded. “At least from what I see, you’re one lucky fella.”
Pursing his lips, John didn’t delve into the meaning of that sentence. “Come to think of it, I do have the devil’s luck.”
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Smiling, John advised, “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be that picky. Who knows, sometimes, marrying someone
you’re not familiar with might end up being the best decision you’ve ever made.”
With the corner of his mouth curved up, Dylan gazed at John. “Marrying someone unknown? The reason you’re
saying this is because you’ve met the right person. Put yourself in my shoes—without knowing what the future
holds, I bet you’ll make the same decision as I do.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line, John blurted, “Probably.”
Who knew? Perhaps he would turn them down directly.
At the beginning, when Matilda was arranging his marriage with Isabelle, he had tried to know more about Isabelle
from indirect sources and even inquired about the Bailey Family. In the end, he had agreed to the arranged
marriage because he felt that her conditions seemed acceptable.
Not long after, when Old Mr. Constance chucked Sophia at his face, he was totally against it.
In regards to relationships, it was always easier to give advice than to take it. When it happened to oneself, it would
most likely tell a different story.
Rising from his seat, Dylan looked as if he was about to turn and leave, but hesitated. “About you and Sophia, how
are things now? You haven’t been back in the Constance Residence for a while, and I’ve heard that…”
Pausing for a moment, Dylan continued, “I’ve heard that you’ve got back together again?”
Hearing that, John’s eyebrow twitched. Got back together again? he thought.
Probably not. Sophia is only giving me a second chance to make up for my mistakes, and it also depends on my
performance. Sadly, she never agreed to marry me again. No plans for remarriage means she doesn’t belong to
me, which also means that we aren’t officially back together again.
Staring at Dylan’s back, John thought about it and replied, “Yes, we’re back together again.”
Nodding his head, Dylan walked toward the door and chuckled. “That’s great. It’s a good thing for people in love to
be able to get back together again.”
With that, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Not knowing whether it was because of Dylan’s strength or it was because of the wind, but the door was shut with a
louder thud than usual.
Looking heavenward, John couldn’t help but sneer.
Once Dylan returned to his room, he had probably contacted the Baileys to communicate on the reshuffling
arrangements, and although it wasn’t clear what they had discussed, John received a call from Isabelle a short
while later.
Looking at the phone screen, John frowned.
Back then, he always thought Isabelle was someone with etiquette and had a sense of propriety.
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