Isabelle was dressed modestly this time; a complete change from her previous flashy outfits.
The two of them chose to meet up at a cafe and ordered nothing else but coffee.
This meant that none of them were planning to stay for a long time.
John took the initiative to speak up first. “What happened? What do you want to tell me?”
Isabelle pushed her phone forward. “I don’t understand what these are, so can you investigate them for me? It’s hard for me to do it alone.”
However, John stared at Isabelle instead of her phone. “Are you sure that you trust me?”
Isabelle nodded, and she sounded genuine when she said, “Look at me. I have no one else around me and you’re the only one that I trust at this point.”
Isabelle looked lonely as she leaned back onto the chair and continued to say, “To be honest, I don’t have a lot of friends. I never had any free time since I was young to begin with, so I never had the chance to actually befriend anyone.”
Isabelle was raised as a debutante and her movements were restricted, so she wasn’t allowed to express herself nor mingle with other people.
Although Isabelle joined many dinner parties with Mrs. Bailey, they all had their own objectives. One could say that debutantes that often joined dinner parties had their own agendas, and none of them really treated each other as true friends.
Hence, Isabelle had been seriously reviewing herself for these past two days, and she realized that she wasn’t as good as Sophia in some aspects.
Sophia had Ian, as well as Logan, who would do anything for her.
Last night, she suddenly recalled Logan tearing the gown that she wanted to get that one time because of Sophia.
Although she was really pissed back then, she couldn’t help but feel envious of Sophia when she thought about it now.
Logan was notorious for his short temper that not even his father could control, but he had always treated Sophia nicely and protected her well.
There were many things that made Isabelle realize that her life was way worse than how she imagined it to be now that she thought about it.
Finally, John took Isabelle’s phone and started looking through it.
He was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information from the pictures.
The amount in the purchase accounts were obviously abnormal and the purchase details were encoded so that they couldn’t tell what was being purchased.
This meant that they wanted to keep the details of whatever they purchased hidden.
John immediately looked up at Isabelle. “Where did you get these from?”
However, Isabelle stared at John for a while before answering, “I got it from my Grandpa.”
However, Isabelle stared at John for a while before answering, “I got it from my Grandpa.”
John frowned before he reminded Isabelle, “Do you know that the things that I will find out might implicate your entire family?”
Still, Isabelle chuckled. “Even if you don’t, it will still happen soon in the future.”
They wouldn’t be able to escape unscathed after doing something on a large scale like this; they would surely be exposed sooner or later.
Instead of getting caught off guard and exposed by others, it was better if she got someone that she trusted to investigate it. That way, she would at least be still in control.
After John took Isabelle’s phone and transferred all of the pictures into his own phone, he told her, “I’ll inform you first hand if I found anything and I’ll give you some time to sort it out.”
Isabelle nodded at that. “Alright. I understand.”
Since the both of them had already finished what they wanted to talk about, they both left the cafe and went their respective ways.
When John got back to the Constance Residence, Sophia had already finished dinner and was sitting in the garden.
Hence, John left the house to look for her. From afar, he could spot Sophia stretching her arms lazily.
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