Chapter 866After a short while, John asked, “Were you with Mom last night?”
William avoided John’s question, only giving his son a dossier and said, “Go back and read through this
file.”
Unable to contain his curiosity, John laughed it off and urged for an answer. “Just answer my question.
Yes or no? Hiding it from me is only going to make you look even more suspicious.” In the face of such
a direct reply, William seemingly knew that there was no way he could dodge John’s question anymore.
He then faked a cough and ambiguously told John that he was a little too drunk the night before.
John nodded and got to his main point. “When do you plan to remarry Mom?”
William didn’t avoid his question this time and was seen pondering in a stern manner. “I think that
depends on your mom.”
Oh, I see. Judging from William’s answer, John reckoned his father had a plan deep down, so he
decided not to bother him with any more questions and left with the document. In that instant, he
suddenly felt envious of William because he knew Matilda would agree to remarry if he directly
proposed to her. Too bad Sophia isn’t like my mother. I have no idea why she keeps turning me down
for that. At the thought of Sophia’s stubborn rejection, John couldn’t help but feel dismayed. Can’t she
observe me after we get remarried? I still don’t feel confident, even though I had the upper hand in the
mental game against Ian last night.
When it was time to leave work at noon, John took William’s ride and returned home together. As they
were halfway home, William’s phone, which was placed in the center console between the driver’s andthe passenger’s seat, started ringing. Then, John quickly picked it up and saw an incoming call from
Old Mr. Bailey.
novelbinNonetheless, John wasn’t surprised about that, thinking it was normal considering the connections
between the two families. Therefore, he directly answered the call and turned on the loudspeaker.
Upon taking a glimpse at the screen, William said, “Hello.”
Old Mr. Bailey said, “President William, are you free to talk?”
With a smile, William answered, “Sure, I’m done with work anyway.”
Old Mr. Bailey replied with an affirmative hum. Instead of talking about work as expected, he asked,
“Are you free to have dinner together at night, President William?”
William was surprised by the strange invitation. He chuckled and asked, “What’s the matter? Is there
anything wrong with our work?”
Faced with the sudden question about work, Old Mr. Bailey quickly clarified his intention. “Ah, no! No!
Nothing to do with work. It’s just that we haven’t met in a while, so I thought that we should perhaps
catch up.”
After hearing Old Mr. Bailey’s insistent invitation, William couldn’t seem to find a way to turn him down,
so he accepted it in the end. “Sure, let me know where and when.” On the other hand, Old Mr. Bailey
didn’t decide right away but instead promised that he’d keep William posted on that later on.
As soon as the call disconnected, John turned his attention to William and asked, “It sounds like you’re
the only one he has invited. Could he have something he wants to talk to you in private about?” Nevertheless, William himself was also confused about Old Mr. Bailey’s intention. He contemplated
briefly and answered, “It beats me, so I’ll find out what he wants to tell me by then.”
Apparently, the complicated relationship revolving around Sophia, Isabelle, and John had taken a toll
on the affiliation between William and Old Mr. Bailey, for both men hadn’t contacted each other for a
while. Even when it came to official business, they’d have their assistants take care of it more often
than not.
Soon, they arrived at the Constance Residence, only to find that Sophia was away. At the same time,
Old Mrs. Constance was listening to some music in the living room, only glimpsing at the two men from
the corner of her eyes when they returned.