The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

Chapter 270

Sophia’s restraint was not out of consideration for the other woman’s dignity. Instead, she was worried

that kicking up a fuss about her husband’s affair would only embarrass herself more. After all, her

social status was incomparable to that of Third Young Lady Jefferson’s.

If she had made a fuss, the public would only think that she was clinging tightly onto John for his

wealth. There was no need for that humiliation.

After two rounds of Monopoly, she received a call from Zack. He had brought the construction workers

to the desserts store and told her that they would start working based on the design plan. “Alright, I’ll let

you decide. I have trust in you.”

Zack laughed. “If so, I will give this store a makeover based on the design I have in mind.”

“No problem,” she coolly replied. “I have trust in your taste.”

Zack laughed again. “Alright. I’ll get busy now. I’ll show you photos of our progress later at night.”

After the call, she leaned against her chair. “I’m not playing anymore. I kept losing, and I completely lost

interest in the game.”

Logan thought that the call was from John. “One call from your husband, and you lost interest in the

game. Why don’t you confess that you miss him and want to go home?”

She snorted coldly and diverted the topic of conversation, “Have you gotten in touch with Ian? I don’t

know what has happened to him over the past two days. After that fuss at the Morgans, his family is

definitely going to give him a hard time.”

Logan packed the Monopoly cards and handed them over to the two waiters. “His life hasn’t been rosy.

If not, he would not have to leave home for a few years. Now that he’s back and has agreed to join his

family company, he must have come fully-prepared for the drama.”

After some thought, Sophia fished her phone out and texted Ian. As soon as she sent the message, Ian

gave her a call and asked for her whereabouts.

She gave Logan a look. “I’m at Logan’s clubhouse.”

Hearing her reply, Ian chuckled. “I guessed so. Are you on the second floor? Which room?”

Hearing that, Sophia immediately understood that he was nearby. She stood up and waited at the door

of the room. “Just come to the second floor. You’ll see us immediately.”

Not even a minute had passed before she saw him coming up from the stairs. When he saw her, he

stored away his phone and headed straight for her. “I went to your house, but no one was at home.

That’s why I came here.”

Sophia was taken aback by his relentless pursuit. “Do you have something urgent?”

Ian shook his head. “Nope. I have some free time and wanted to invite you for lunch.”

They entered the room, and Sophia had a wide smile on her face. “You should have made a call or text

me in advance. Then, you wouldn’t have had to run around for nothing.”

At the mention of texting, he stole a glance at her. “Did you read my previous text?”

She was confused by his sudden question. “What text?” She even took out her phone to check. “I didn’t

see anything.”

Ian took her phone and scrolled through her WhatsApp chats only to find that the text was deleted,

which did not come as a surprise. He smiled at her. “It’s nothing important. It’s probably undelivered

because of some connectivity issues.”

Logan saw Ian coming and was excited. It happened to be lunchtime, so he had someone prepare food

for the three of them. They would be eating in this room.

A dining cloth was hastily draped across the wide table, turning it into a temporary table for lunch.

Sophia was still concerned and checked with Ian about the situation in the company for the past two

days, asking if he was being bullied or ostracized, after which he beamed at her. “No. Last time, Logan

had scolded those people in my family, therefore they are all quite fearful.”

That was why Simon and Sally Morgan had been dodging him in the company.

Last time, Logan promised to make their lives a living hell. Simon and Sally were very aware of Logan’s NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

capability, and therefore they had been behaving well, waiting for the incident to fade from memory.