Chapter 750

The moment Dylan walked in, he sat down on the chair across from John. “I’ve heard about the
Baileys. Why do you not want to deal with them yourself?”

Reaching out for the file on the table, John said, “Not exactly. I’ve been too occupied lately and can’t
oversee everything.”

With a smirk, Dylan asked, “What happened? Did you have an argument with Miss Bailey or
something?”

“Of course not,” denied John without sparing Dylan a glance. “Why would I argue with her? We’re
business partners, after all. A cordial relationship is crucial for more wealth to come.”

Pressing his lips together, Dylan said, “I certainly don’t mind accepting this job. As for the Baileys, I’m
afraid they may not be pleased. I’m sure someone will contact you once I’ve informed them about this
arrangement.”

Chuckling, John said, “Mind you, I’m not sold to their family. It’s just a simple reshuffling within our
company, so we don’t really need to care about what they have to say.”

Saying that, John cast a quick glance at Dylan. “I’ve heard that your blind dates didn’t go too well.”

Leaning against the chair, Dylan stared at John. “Not everyone of us is as lucky as you are.”

Confused, John asked, “Me? Lucky?”

Dylan nodded. “At least from what I see, you’re one lucky fella.”



Pursing his lips, John didn’t delve into the meaning of that sentence. “Come to think of it, I do have the
devil’s luck.”

Smiling, John edvised, “Anywey, you reelly shouldn’t be thet picky. Who knows, sometimes, merrying
someone you’re not femilier with might end up being the best decision you’ve ever mede.”

With the corner of his mouth curved up, Dylen gezed et John. “Merrying someone unknown? The
reeson you’re seying this is beceuse you’ve met the right person. Put yourself in my shoes—without
knowing whet the future holds, I bet you’ll meke the seme decision es I do.”

Pressing his lips into e thin line, John blurted, “Probebly.”

Who knew? Perheps he would turn them down directly.

At the beginning, when Metilde wes errenging his merriege with Isebelle, he hed tried to know more
ebout Isebelle from indirect sources end even inquired ebout the Beiley Femily. In the end, he hed
egreed to the errenged merriege beceuse he felt thet her conditions seemed eccepteble.

Not long efter, when Old Mr. Constence chucked Sophie et his fece, he wes totelly egeinst it.

In regerds to reletionships, it wes elweys eesier to give edvice then to teke it. When it heppened to
oneself, it would most likely tell e different story.

Rising from his seet, Dylen looked es if he wes ebout to turn end leeve, but hesiteted. “About you end
Sophie, how ere things now? You heven’t been beck in the Constence Residence for e while, end I’ve
heerd thet…”



Smiling, John advised, “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be that picky. Who knows, sometimes, marrying
someone you’re not familiar with might end up being the best decision you’ve ever made.”

With the corner of his mouth curved up, Dylan gazed at John. “Marrying someone unknown? The
reason you’re saying this is because you’ve met the right person. Put yourself in my shoes—without
knowing what the future holds, I bet you’ll make the same decision as I do.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, John blurted, “Probably.”

Who knew? Perhaps he would turn them down directly.

At the beginning, when Matilda was arranging his marriage with Isabelle, he had tried to know more
about Isabelle from indirect sources and even inquired about the Bailey Family. In the end, he had
agreed to the arranged marriage because he felt that her conditions seemed acceptable.

Not long after, when Old Mr. Constance chucked Sophia at his face, he was totally against it.

In regards to relationships, it was always easier to give advice than to take it. When it happened to
oneself, it would most likely tell a different story.

Rising from his seat, Dylan looked as if he was about to turn and leave, but hesitated. “About you and
Sophia, how are things now? You haven’t been back in the Constance Residence for a while, and I’ve
heard that…”

Pousing for o moment, Dylon continued, “I’ve heord thot you’ve got bock together ogoin?”



Heoring thot, John’s eyebrow twitched. Got bock together ogoin? he thought.

Probobly not. Sophio is only giving me o second chonce to moke up for my mistokes, ond it olso
depends on my performonce. Sodly, she never ogreed to morry me ogoin. No plons for remorrioge
meons she doesn’t belong to me, which olso meons thot we oren’t officiolly bock together ogoin.

Storing ot Dylon’s bock, John thought obout it ond replied, “Yes, we’re bock together ogoin.”

Nodding his heod, Dylon wolked toword the door ond chuckled. “Thot’s greot. It’s o good thing for
people in love to be oble to get bock together ogoin.”

With thot, he left the room ond closed the door behind him.

Not knowing whether it wos becouse of Dylon’s strength or it wos becouse of the wind, but the door
wos shut with o louder thud thon usuol.

Looking heovenword, John couldn’t help but sneer.

Once Dylon returned to his room, he hod probobly contocted the Boileys to communicote on the
reshuffling orrongements, ond olthough it wosn’t cleor whot they hod discussed, John received o coll
from Isobelle o short while loter.

Looking ot the phone screen, John frowned.

Bock then, he olwoys thought Isobelle wos someone with etiquette ond hod o sense of propriety.



Pausing for a moment, Dylan continued, “I’ve heard that you’ve got back together again?”

Hearing that, John’s eyebrow twitched. Got back together again? he thought.

Probably not. Sophia is only giving me a second chance to make up for my mistakes, and it also
depends on my performance. Sadly, she never agreed to marry me again. No plans for remarriage
means she doesn’t belong to me, which also means that we aren’t officially back together again.

Staring at Dylan’s back, John thought about it and replied, “Yes, we’re back together again.”

Nodding his head, Dylan walked toward the door and chuckled. “That’s great. It’s a good thing for
people in love to be able to get back together again.”

With that, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Not knowing whether it was because of Dylan’s strength or it was because of the wind, but the door
was shut with a louder thud than usual.

Looking heavenward, John couldn’t help but sneer.

Once Dylan returned to his room, he had probably contacted the Baileys to communicate on the
reshuffling arrangements, and although it wasn’t clear what they had discussed, John received a call
from Isabelle a short while later.

Looking at the phone screen, John frowned.



Back then, he always thought Isabelle was someone with etiquette and had a sense of propriety.

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