Chapter 396


    John smiled. “You thought wrong.” Then, he hung up.


    Logan kept calling out to him, but the call had ended, so he looked at his phone and said, “You could


    have talked a bit more. We have time.” However, his request was met with silence.


    The next morning, John went to tell his grandmother that he could go to the banquet. “Good.” Belinda


    nodded. “We should be early on that day.”


    John nodded. “Okay.” After a quiet breakfast, John went to work. On the way there, Isabelle called him,


    saying she had sent a resupply document to him. There was no need to call him over something so


    trivial, so he only gave a nomittal grunt.


    Isabelle didn’t hang up immediately. “Are you still on your way?”


    John grunted again, then Isabelle chuckled. “Lucky. I am already here, and early too. I even worked


    overtimest night. To think I used to envy you white cors. This is hard work.”


    John disliked small talk, especially when they were people he wasn’t close with. So, he didn’t even


    bother to grunt this time.


    Isabelle didn’t notice that at first, and she continued, “When I had a migraine from overtimest night, I


    think I can understand how stressful your lives must be. Everyone thinks the typical white cor’s life is


    easy. Work for a few hours and make a lot of money, but we pay the price too. That’s why we reap the


    rewards.”


    John still remained silent, and now Isabelle knew something was off. “Are you still listening, John?” she


    called out to him.


    Only then did John grunt once more. Now, Isabelle noticed his reluctance to speak, so she smiled. “Are


    you driving? I’ll hang up then. Drive safely.” John said okay, and Isabelle hung up.


    After that, he tossed his phone aside, his expression as calm as ever.


    On the other hand, Sophia went to observe the shop’s renovation progress. The renovators told her it


    would be done on this day, so all she had to do was to let the ce be properly ventted, then she


    could open for business. They hadn’t started on the sign yet, but it was an easy job, so Sophia then


    told them her shop’s would-be name.


    The renovators were surprised. “That does not sound like a good name.”


    ‘No Response’—she made it sound like nobody woulde to her shop. It was a dark name, but it was


    real, and she had to learn how to ept reality, no matter how ugly it was. After Sophia said it was fine,


    the renovators said they’d do it. A momentter, she asked them about the fee.


    They were surprised to hear that. “Mr. Constance has paid a lot in advance. We still have some left


    over, so we’re paying him back.”


    John had paid them before they started work, telling them to ask for more if they needed it, and to pay


    him back if there was excess.


    Sophia nodded. “I see. How much did he pay you guys? I should be the one to bear the cost, so give


    his money back to him.”


    The renovators didn’t know what was between her and John, but they told her the price anyway, and


    Sophia transferred the money to them right away.


    “Give John his money back and tell him I won’t have him pay for what I should be doing.” The


    renovators said okay, and they didn’t ask anything more.


    Sophia checked her shop for a moment and left, feeling that everything was well.


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