Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 108

Sophia rummaged through her brain to replace a conversation topic that could lighten the atmosphere.

Before she was able to do so, however, the sound of footsteps came from the side.

She and John both turned their heads toward it.

A few seconds later, they saw the people who were approaching.

It was Master Owen and Dylan.

The two were heading to the parking lot.

Master Owen was on a call. It seemed like there was a problem with a project at work and he had to go over to deal with it.

Whether it was a social event that William had or a problem at the company, Master Owen handled them all.

The Constance brothers were not on good terms with each other, but they were clear on their responsibilities.

Neither of them saw John and Sophia.

After Dylan got in the driver's seat and Master Owen got in the passenger seat, the car drove off.

She stared at the parking lot and clicked her tongue. "Your company is so busy. How much do you make in a year?"

He could not answer that as it was different every year.

After mentioning that, she remembered her own business venture.

"Hey, how about I take you to that shop at noon tomorrow? The owner said she was going to stop business after this month. I'm thinking of taking over."

It was already the middle of the month, so she had about two weeks left.

He answered, "I can go take a look tomorrow, but you shouldn't start a business so hastily. If you want to do it, you have to think through it first. Are you going to run it yourself? Do you know how?"

Of course, she did not know how. She was going to have to hire someone.

But she planned on asking that lady for the store if she did not want it anymore.

She thought that their desserts were still up to par.

The lady just did not have capital. Sophia could potentially make it work if she gave her a higher wage.

On the other hand, John was not urgently thinking of those things. "Let's talk after I take a look tomorrow."

The both of them continued to sit there for a while.

Sophia rambled on about her ideas and some future plans.

She was all over the place; most of which she was saying to herself. It sounded like things someone would say after having too much to drink.

Still, John paid attention to every single word.

He had never paid that much attention to the things she said before.

Only when the sky was completely dark did they start heading back to the main building.

Both Old Mrs. Constance and Mrs. Constance had returned to their rooms. Everyone at the Constance Residence strictly abided by their daily schedules.

The only exceptions were the men who were working outside.

Sophia and John walked back to their rooms and opened their doors simultaneously. She turned to look at him, but he went into his room without looking back at her.

Taking a deep breath, she also went into her own room.

She put on the pajamas from the night before and was about to go wash up when she heard someone knock on her door.

She paused, thinking that it was probably Mrs. Constance.

In the whole Constance Residence, that woman was the only one who would come looking for her at her door.

She's probably here to vent the anger she was unable to at the dining table earlier.

Sophia gritted her teeth and was not one bit scared.

Standing in place for a bit, more knocks followed.

She puffed out her chest and raised her head high. After giving herself some attitude, she walked over boldly and opened the door at once. "Is there a problem?"

However, John was standing at the door with her phone in his hand.

She was shocked. She never would have thought that it was John.

He handed her the phone. "When we came back earlier..."

She suddenly remembered that she put her phone on a stone table at the side when they were in the garden.

He had brought it along for her when they made their way back.

She wanted to see what his intentions were so she let him carry it the whole way back.

Slowly reaching for her phone, she said, "Oh, it's you. I completely forgot about this."

Meanwhile, he was too afraid to even look at her.

Her pajamas. These pajamas... How were they any different from not wearing anything?

He took a deep breath and turned toward the corridor. "I'm going back now."