Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 156

Sophia stared at John. "Why are you looking at me like that?" John said nothing, but he subtly flashed her a lukewarm smile, which had her baffled.

At the side, William stood up. "I'll leave the two of you. I've still got something to do, so please excuse me."

After he'd left, John retracted his gaze and asked nonchalantly, "Have you eaten?"

Sophia murmured an assent. "Yup. Are you going on your lunch break now?" It's already past lunchtime now.

At this time, Zack came over. "I ordered delivery. Boss and I will be eating in the office since we'll inevitably bump into those paparazzi if we go out."

Sophia plopped onto the sofa. "Don't worry. Those reporters are actually very easy to dismiss. They just want to know the truth of the matter, so you just need to tell them the truth."

Guffawing, Zack looked at her. "Young missy, you're rather naïve." Sophia arched an eyebrow but said nothing.

At this time, John had taken his cell phone out, and it was vibrating. Sophia glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. It can only be a call from Constance Residence at such a time. Sure enough, John answered the call after a single glance and greeted the person as 'Mom'. Sophia rolled her eyes wordlessly.

Mrs. Constance had already called several times earlier, rendered restless at home by the news reports on the Internet that popped out one after another. However, John was rather patient, saying that it was fine and he could resolve it. Unaware that Sophia had already spoken to the media, Mrs. Constance hurriedly inquired about her stance. Her thinking was actually similar to William's, worried that Sophia harbored resentment against her and would grab this opportunity to talk smack with the media.

John chuckled. "It's fine. Sophia has spoken to the media and explained things to them, so the matter should be resolved in no time." Mrs. Constance breathed a faint sigh of relief at this.

At the side, Sophia scoffed internally, Hah, these people have finally realized my importance!

Mrs. Constance probably wanted to say something else, but John then heard Old Mrs. Constance's voice. Sounding very calm, it was obvious that she was more imperturbable than Mrs. Constance. "That's enough. If anything, don't invite Isabelle home so often."

There was a pause, and Mrs. Constance sounded a tad embarrassed as she countered, "Mom, I just brought Belle home to visit."

Old Mrs. Constance snorted. "Just you wait until the media starts reporting about Isabelle and John, then see whether Sophia will still side with our family." This declaration choked Mrs. Constance.

At this, John glanced at Sophia from his peripheral vision, only to see that she was leaning over Zack, looking at his cell phone and chatting with him about something or other. She was truly laid-back here, for she had now removed her shoes and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. After looking her up and down, John retracted his gaze.

Subsequently, he said into the phone, "I'm going to eat now, so let's wrap this up. You and Grandma don't have to worry. Everything is fine." Mrs. Constance then hung up the phone after responding with an affirmation.

Meanwhile, Sophia was checking out what Zack ordered, shamelessly exclaiming over everything she liked. Zack indulged her, saying, "Then, I'll give you these two when they arrive later." Only after saying that did he replace it strange. "Didn't you already eat with that singer friend of yours just now?"

Speaking of this, Sophia remembered something, and she gazed at him seriously. "You know what? That singer turned out to be the second-eldest young master of some rich family. Let me tell you, I was truly shocked today." John was staring at them both. Perhaps she was getting worked up, Sophia then changed her sitting posture. "I went to his house today, and his father even knew me," she stated in an extremely solemn voice.

Missing the point, Zack exclaimed, "You've even gone to his house and met his parents?"

Taken aback by his question, Sophia retorted indignantly, "You must have scored very low in reading comprehension back in school, huh?" After she'd said this, she swiveled to face John.

Panicked all of a sudden, John hurriedly retracted his gaze, feeling as though he'd been caught red-handed for peeping. Discomfiture flooded him.