My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 780

Recently, the studio did not have many orders and those they had were made by their acquaintances. They were Sophia’s classmates, the Winston Family, the Fletchers, Sean’s uncle, Stan and Judge and the like. Truth was, their customer base that was built up over the years were gone. Right away, Sophia stopped the business operations and decided to complete the orders at hand before anything else.

As for the remaining stock in the store that was not sold, Sophia would bring it home for her pets. She also had two dozen toys sent over for Judge as compensation for the sin of castrating it.

Now, the store was about to be renovated. The designer had come over to discuss the details with Sarah as Sophia listened while holding her two puppies.

Suddenly, the phone rang—it was still the new phone with an unfamiliar number.

As soon as the call was connected, Bill’s voice came over the line.

“Hello, Miss Lucile. My name is Bill Winterford. May I know if you need any pet luxury goods service? The King team would be happy to serve you.”

Coldly, Sophia rejected, “Sorry, I’m not interested.”

Upon hearing that, Bill snickered. “It seems like you’re still a loyal customer of Pourl. You may not know this, but Pourl is about to close down and their employees are currently working with us at King. Are you sure you don’t want to come and experience our service?”

Sophia sneered nonchalantly. “King is nothing but a little shop that sells dog collars. Who gave you the courage to threaten customers?”

Obviously, the phrase ‘a little shop that sells dog collars’ made Bill very unhappy. All at once, his tone became unkind. “Who gave us the courage? The Edwards Family, of course!”

Without saying a word, Sophia hung up and continued supervising the designer with the renovation plans.

Meanwhile, Ivan came to the store too that day. Due to the fact that many of the staff had left, they were short on manpower so he had come to help clean up the store.

In the afternoon, Sarah went to Plum Technology while Sophia stayed back. She actively discussed with the designer about the details and walked around holding her puppy in her arms.

It was such a delight to cuddle a tiny Husky while it was still small and incapable of destroying everything in its path. The other puppy was in the kennel at the store, comforting its newly neutered father who was still under anesthetics.

After walking around for a while, Sophia sat down to take a break. At that moment, a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes came in.

When Ivan—who usually did not talk much—saw the man, he abruptly stormed up to him and snapped, “Please get out! You are not welcomed here!”

This man spoke in poor Cethosian language, but Sophia could still hear the heavy mockery and superiority in his incoherent pronunciation. “Not welcomed? This place will be mine soon so why can’t I come?”

All at once, Sophia recognized this voice. It was the same one that she spoke to on the phone—Bill Winterford, the collateral relative of the Edwards Family and the chief designer of King across the street.

Bill had disregarded Ivan and strode into the store. When he saw they were preparing for renovations, he commented loudly, “So you’re preparing for a renovation. That’s great. Once you’re done, we can just move in.”

Instantly, Ivan was furious. He walked toward Bill and shoved him. “Bill, I told you to never show up in front of me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for disregarding our past!”

Upon hearing this, Bill sneered. “Disregard our past? What are you going to do? Punch me? Come on then—”