The Returning EX (John and Sophia)
Chapter 751

As of now, John started to notice the annoying side of her. Clearly, he had been quite frank with her, but she chose to be ignorant of the situation. Annoyed by her continuous pestering, John was beginning to feel a flicker of irritation.

Feeling reluctant to answer the call, John waited for a little while longer. Once the line was connected, Isabelle's voice sounded from the phone. "John, I've heard of the changes within the Constance Group. Is it true that Young Master Dylan will handle our orders from now on?"

"I guess Dylan has contacted your company about it. I have a lot on my plate lately, so from today onward, he will be handling all matters with your company. Considering your company usually places bulk orders, it'll be better for both sides if there is a person in charge to oversee everything."

Lowering her voice, Isabelle muttered, "John, is it because of me?"

With his brows knitted together, John chided, "What about you? We're business partners. I'm not someone who will allow anyone to affect my work." Obviously, there was a sudden change in his tone, and John sounded cross.

Hearing that, Isabelle didn't utter a word. Unwilling to go on with this matter, John concluded, "That's all I can say. Miss Bailey, I need to get busy now, so if you have any work-related matters, feel free to approach Zack. He'll be helping out with all the handovers, so don't worry. It won't affect your order delivery at all." Without waiting for a reply from Isabelle, John hung up the phone.

Putting his phone aside, John had a frosty look on his face, and he couldn't help but grumble, "How annoying."

After the call in the morning, John had been busy with work. When it was around noon, he grabbed his coat and took the elevator downstairs. On his way driving toward Sophia's place, the traffic was a little heavy. When he stopped at the traffic light, his fingers were lightly tapping on the steering wheel without following a specific rhythm.

Following his usual habits, John gazed at the rear-view mirror and noticed something odd-in the lane next to his, there was a car situated about two cars behind him. Strangely, the window of the passenger seat was wound down, and a person stuck his head out, as though he was trying to catch a glimpse of something.

John couldn't exactly tell whether that person was really looking toward his direction, but his behavior did seem kind of suspicious. In any case, regardless of whatever he was looking at, that certainly was a rather strange behavior. After giving some thoughts, John stuck his head out of the window and looked toward that person's direction. Almost instantly, the person got back into the car and wound up the car window.

With a smirk on his face, John reckoned the person had failed to remain calm. In fact, John had checked on the rear-view mirror every so often-if there was a car tailing after him right from the start, he would have noticed. However, these people were probably experts, so there might be more than one car who took turns to follow after him.

Once the traffic light turned green, John took off. Without trying to get rid of the car behind him, John drove at his usual speed, all the way to Sophia's place.

At the same time, the car had followed after him and only drove off when it reached the entrance of the housing estate. As soon as John got out of the car, he called up his men. Upon reporting the car plate number, John commanded a thorough investigation on who was behind it. With that, he went into the house.

While Sophia and Matilda were having lunch, both were surprised to see John back this early. Taking his own set of cutlery, John exclaimed, "I just know that I can make it on time for lunch." Gazing at him, Sophia asked, "Why are you back at this hour?"

Darting a glance from Sophia to her belly, John blurted, "I'm back to see my son."

"Pfft." Sophia pulled a long face.