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Old Mr. Bailey said, “There is no rush. Let’s just continue to observe. The Jeffersons may let Logan to
act as he pleases, but they should have their limits.”
Mrs. Bailey agreed with what he said.
Then, the car grew silent once more.
As the car continued on to the Bailey Residence, Elder Mr. Bailey was still sitting in the living room.
The television was switched on, but he didn’t watch it.
A servant made him a pot of tea, but he just picked it up and smelled it instead of drinking it.
After he had aged, sleep became difficult for him. If he drank tea tonight, he probably wouldn’t be able
to sleep.
Elder Mr. Bailey watched as Old Mr. Bailey and the rest came home.
He put down his teacup. “You all smell of alcohol. It looks like the meal was a success.” When he said
this, the three people entering the door were a little awkward.
This meal was anticlimactic. The three of them originally thought with the start they had today, they
would have a good harvest.
But who would have expected Sophia to join in halfway, followed by Logan.
These two really were troublesome.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen Elder Mr. Bailey saw their expressions, he frowned. “What’s wrong? Did it not go well?”
Isabelle did not wish to talk about what happened tonight. Her heart retched when she thought about
how Sophia gave her a middle finger.
She was listless. “I’ll be going to rest now. Grandpa, you should rest early as well.”
Elder Mr. Bailey waited until Isabelle had left, then looked at Old Mr. Bailey. “What’s going on?”
Old Mr. Bailey sighed. He sat down and briefly talked about Sophia and Logan.
Elder Mr. Bailey frowned. “That spoiled brat of the Jeffersons?”
Old Mr. Bailey grunted an affirmative. “That’s him.”
Elder Mr. Bailey’s expression grew solemn. He had met Logan Jefferson before, but it was a long time
ago.
At the time, Logan was still just a kid, but he already had a mean temper.
That time, he was upset for some reason, and he pointed a finger at Old Mr. Jefferson, yelling at him.
Old Mr. Jefferson was already old, yet he was smiling and kept apologizing to Logan.
A child raised in a family like that would definitely turn out to be unsightly.
But there were two sides to everything.
Logan might act unsightly, but if they could get along well with him, there would be a lot of benefits.
Jefferson Enterprise was also developing quite well in the hands of his four elder sisters. The scale of
their company was not something the average company could compare. Plus, the Jeffersons’ sons-in-
law also came from good families and had their own companies.
The connections they had were so large it was staggering.
Elder Mr. Bailey thought about it, then said to Old Mr. Bailey, “See if you can find an opportunity to meet
with someone from the Jeffersons. They are all businessmen, so they should know how to choose.”
Old Mr. Bailey nodded slowly. “Okay, I understand.”
Mrs. Bailey, who was beside them, felt a little uncomfortable with all this. “Dad, it’s not like Isabelle can’t
get married. John hasn’t divorced yet. I don’t feel it’s worth it for Belle if we joined in like this. If Belle
really wants to find someone to get married to, she should find someone more reliable than John.”
Elder Mr. Bailey shot her a glare. “What do you know? Do you think it’s the same now as usual?
There’s no time for her to go looking for another prospect. As for John, he’ll get divorced sooner or
later. There is nothing wrong with us making preparations beforehand. Matilda has told you, hasn’t
she? John and Sophia won’t stay together for long. Rather than letting someone else snatch him up in
the end, we should strike first.”
Mrs. Bailey felt that what he said made sense. She frowned and thought about it for a while, then shut
her mouth.
Over at Sophia’s side, after wrangling in the private room for a while, everyone had gone home.
John had drunk alcohol, but he had asked a driver to come over.
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