Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 361

Sophia burst into laughter, yet she said nothing. There probably won’t be such an opportunity anymore.

Then, she went with Logan to see Old Mrs. Constance to the car, and the two of them stood at the gate as they watched the car drive away. In the blink of an eye, Logan’s solemn expression earlier vanished, and he instantly asked cheekily, “Why did she come over? Was it to thank you or to help John win you back?”

Sophia glared at him. “What’s wrong with your brain? Just shut it.”

The two of them walked toward the house, and Logan exclaimed at once, “Oh yes, let me tell you something. Back when the scandal broke about John and Isabelle, I had someone tail Isabelle. Guess what I discovered?”

How am I supposed to guess this? Ignoring him, Sophia went into the house right away.

Following eagerly after her, Logan then answered his own question, blurting, “Isabelle met up with someone. The person who did the tailing for me was brilliant, for he recorded the conversation between them. Do you want to listen to it?”

Stunned, Sophia’s head snapped back, and she stared at him.

Meanwhile, over at Morgan Group, Ian’s mind was sluggish after going through documents the entire morning. When it was almost time for the lunch break, Mr. Zimmel came over and said that he was entertaining a client this noon, asking him to tag along. He’d be doing a lot of entertaining in the future, so he would have to adapt to it now. However, he’d initially planned to go over to Sophia’s place at noon and look in on her, so he hesitated for a while.

At this, Mr. Zimmel urged in a lowered voice, “Just go and have a look. It’ll benefit you in the future. Your position will only be secure if you can retain clients.”

Thus, Ian nodded. “Alright, then.” When lunch break came, he then went out with Mr. Zimmel. The two of them got into the car and drove right to the entrance of a restaurant. Ian truly loathed the task of entertaining clients, so he asked, “Doesn’t such gatherings usually take place at night? Why is this done at noon?”

Chuckling, Mr. Zimmel replied, “Mr. Mccoy is leaving tonight, so this is the only available time. Don’t worry, I’ve already notified the company, so we don’t need to go back to the office in the afternoon.” In reality, this wasn’t Ian’s concern. He merely didn’t want to be here.

Mr. Zimmel alighted from the car first, followed by Ian. The private room was already occupied since almost everyone from the other party had arrived.

An old-timer at entertaining, Mr. Zimmel greeted everyone the moment he entered the room, laughing and making small talk. Then, he introduced Ian as Vice President Morgan, saying that he’d just joined the company and was still familiarizing himself with the business, even deliberately emphasizing that he was Sean’s brother. Upon hearing this, the crowd’s gaze instantly changed, and they showed him great enthusiasm. Forcing a smile, Ian greeted everyone.

When they sat down to talk business, Ian mostly remained silent. In fact, he didn’t quite know what to say either, his mind having wandered off long ago.

By a stroke of coincidence, John was also entertaining a client this noon. It was initially William who was supposed to come, but he heard that the other party was Focker when it was almost time for lunch break, so he immediately offered to take over. He once had contact with Focker, and that old man was no decent person, bringing with him a bottle of spiked wine and even persuading him to drink a glass. This was something he never forgot.

John arrived at the restaurant first, with Focker only showing up after he’d waited for almost half an hour. Grinning widely, Focker came over and grabbed his hand as soon he entered the room. “It’s been a long time, President Constance!”

John nodded. “It’s indeed been a long time.” They hadn’t seen each other ever since their meeting at the bar back then. I’ve been rather busy these days, so I haven’t taken the time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Oblivious to his thoughts, Focker’s face was wreathed in a huge smile.