Next One Is a Babe Chapter 438

Sophia sneered, “Alright. I’ll save you some dignity.” During the small break between the change of
songs, she pushed him aside and said, “I’m not dancing anymore. My feet are blistering from the shoes
and I’m tired.”

Recalling what happened the last time her feet blistered and the fact she needed to use band-aids on
it, he released her and she immediately left the dance floor.

The next song on the crowded dance floor was a soothing melody, probably intended for people to do
regular ballroom dancing.

The moment Logan heard the tune, he left as well. Some of the men who were laughing earlier danced
with their partners, while some went to catch a break.

John had just begun to move to the side when Isabelle came over and called him. “John.”

Standing still, he greeted her. “Hi, Miss Bailey.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she blushed and seemed a little shy. “May I have a dance with you?”

The couples around them had already started twirling around to the music as he looked at her. “Sure,”
he said, offering her his hand, which she took.

Meanwhile, Sophia returned to her seat and had some juice. Now, with the distracting lights removed
and the curtains drawn back, the room looked like how a formal dance party should be.

Sophia instantly spotted John and Isabelle, who stood out like a thumb among the crowd. Smiling, she



then finished her juice.
Sophia snaarad, “Alright. I’ll sava you soma dignity.” During tha small braak batwaan tha changa of
songs, sha pushad him asida and said, “I’m not dancing anymora. My faat ara blistaring from tha shoas
and I’m tirad.”

Racalling what happanad tha last tima har faat blistarad and tha fact sha naadad to usa band-aids on
it, ha ralaasad har and sha immadiataly laft tha danca floor.

Tha naxt song on tha crowdad danca floor was a soothing malody, probably intandad for paopla to do
ragular ballroom dancing.

Tha momant Logan haard tha tuna, ha laft as wall. Soma of tha man who wara laughing aarliar dancad
with thair partnars, whila soma want to catch a braak.

John had just bagun to mova to tha sida whan Isaballa cama ovar and callad him. “John.”

Standing still, ha graatad har. “Hi, Miss Bailay.”

Tucking har hair bahind har aar, sha blushad and saamad a littla shy. “May I hava a danca with you?”

Tha couplas around tham had alraady startad twirling around to tha music as ha lookad at har. “Sura,”
ha said, offaring har his hand, which sha took.

Maanwhila, Sophia raturnad to har saat and had soma juica. Now, with tha distracting lights ramovad
and tha curtains drawn back, tha room lookad lika how a formal danca party should ba.

Sophia instantly spottad John and Isaballa, who stood out lika a thumb among tha crowd. Smiling, sha



than finishad har juica.

Although tired, Logan appeared to be very pleased when he came over to her. “Did I dance well?”

“How do you rate yourself?” She chuckled.

“I don’t mean to brag, but no one else on the dance floor earlier had moves as smooth as mine,” he
declared proudly.

Despite the fact that she didn’t understand what was to be proud of, she still nodded and praised,
“Yeah, yeah. You’re the best.”

After catching his breath, he peered over at the dance floor and sighed. “Why is John hanging out with
Isabelle again?”

Sophia grinned. “That’s expected, isn’t it? Who else would Isabelle hang out with if not John?”

Prejudiced against Isabelle, Logan naturally felt that John should stay clear from her as well. “Look,
they’re even hugging each other,” he pointed out.

“That’s enough. We’ll stop looking at them and take a walk around since you can’t stand the sight,” she
suggested, standing up.

Indeed, he didn’t want to stay and watch the both of them dancing affectionately as he found the sight
an eyesore. Hence, he left the room with her and walked along the banquet hall toward the backyard
without any specific spot to go.



Just a few minutes later, they saw a group of priests being led in.

“What are they up to?” Sophia wondered, feeling surprise.

“Huh? My old man mentioned that the Blackwells invited a high priest to bless Madam Kate. That’s
probably their guy.”

Sophia nodded in understanding, knowing that businessmen were usually superstitious. Back then
when Old Mr. Constance was bedridden, the family also invited a priest into their home to bless him for
several days.

However, a fortune-teller had actually read his fortune and told Old Mrs. Constance that it was a bad
omen. She had refused to believe it, thinking that they still had a chance. After all, they even held an
auspicious event to ward off bad luck, so she believed that something should be working.

Seeing that the group of people went toward a room in the backyard, Sophia knew that it must be
Kate’s bedroom, and she retracted her gaze after observing the place for a little longer.

Then, they walked toward the man-made hill in the backyard, where a small pavilion stood next to it.
Maybe it was because most of the people were drawn to the excitement at the dance floor, there
weren’t many people outside now.

Feeling a little tired, Sophia sprawled over the stone table in the pavilion after they had taken a seat,
but Logan stopped her abruptly. “Hey, this table is cold!”



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