Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 925

After John finished dinner, he came out and called Isabelle upstairs, and the two of them went to the study. Isabelle had followed what she did before and taken more photos of the documents in her grandfather's safe.

In addition to the financial receipts and sales details, there were some other things like mortgage contracts which she didn't really understand. Looking at the contents of the mortgage contracts, they all seemed to involve large assets such as real estate, vehicles and the like. Also, there were some reselling contracts.

In short, all of this was quite complicated, and Isabelle could make no head nor tail of anything.

John transferred all these photos to his phone before he transferred them to the computer to zoom in more closely.

There really was a lot of complicated information. Moreover, there seemed to be some current accounts and overseas transactions. In short, the scope involved was quite broad.

John frowned. "Your grandpa's arm is rather long, isn't it?"

Isabelle didn't know much about these things. So, she pulled out a chair and sat next to John, merely staring at the photos. "You know, when I see all of this, I'm really scared. I'm especially scared that one day all of this will be revealed, and the Bailey Family will be done for."

The more complicated her grandfather's issues were, the more worried Isabelle became. Besides, the old man had gone secretly to her father's room these past couple of days, and the two of them had been discussing something in private.

Elder Mr. Bailey was getting up in his years. If there was really some mysterious business in his hands, since Dexter was no more, he would either transfer it to Old Mr. Bailey or Isabelle herself.

Since Elder Mr. Bailey didn't talk to her but went to see his son frequently, Isabelle felt that Old Mr. Bailey should be his target. Old Mr. Bailey had always been close to his family, and he was also easily persuaded. Thus, it was understandable that Elder Mr. Bailey chose him.

Sophia strolled around for a long time outside. She waited until it was all dark before returning to the main building slowly.

Old Mrs. Constance was sitting in the living room downstairs. The TV was on, but Old Mrs. Constance was clearly not watching it. Her expression was a bit serious, and Sophia didn't know what she had in mind. When she saw that, she went over and greeted Old Mrs. Constance first. "Grandma, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

Startled, Old Mrs. Constance turned her head to look at Sophia. Her expression became a little complicated as she said, "Come. Sit with me and watch TV for a bit."

Sophia paused briefly before going over to her. Usually, Old Mrs. Constance kept a very regular routine. At this point in time, she should be resting upstairs.

Sophia sat down with a smile. "What's going on? Isabelle hasn't left yet, has she?"

Old Mrs. Constance sighed, but she still found an excuse for John. "They should be talking about really important things."

Old Mrs. Constance sighed, but she still found an excuse for John. "They should be talking about really important things."

Sophia didn't counter Old Mrs. Constance but simply went with her words. "I guess so. I think John would not have the courage to bring Isabelle home to do other kinds of things."

As soon as Old Mrs. Constance heard Sophia say something like this, she knew the latter minded Isabelle's presence. She sighed. "This boy is too wayward. You just wait. I'll help you deal with him."

Sophia didn't say anything else. Keeping silent, she just sat next to Old Mrs. Constance, and both of them stared at the TV, but it was clear that neither of them was actually watching.

After sitting for what seemed to be a long time, John and Isabelle hadn't come down yet. Sophia couldn't help but stand up and tidy her clothes. "Grandma, I'm a little tired. I'll go up and rest first."

Sighing, Old Mrs. Constance wanted to say something, but Sophia had already gone upstairs.

When she came to the corridor, she glanced toward the study door that was tightly shut. The sight of it made her face darken. Without a word, she then turned back to her room.

Usually, Sophia would fall asleep when her head touched the pillow. Now, however, after showering and changing her clothes, she tossed and turned in bed for a long time, but the usual drowsiness was missing.