Chapter 1011: 1011. My people, who dares to touch Chapter 1011: 1011. My people, who dares to touch Her carefully grood long hair had now beco a ssy broom head.
“You… you…”
She wanted to curse soone out, but when she saw the employee looking at her with a fierce light in their eyes, and thought back to the beating she had just endured, a flash of fear crossed the depths of her eyes.
The words that reached her lips were forcibly swallowed back, and all she could do was sit on the ground, covering her face and crying softly.
With such commotion downstairs, she believed that Adam must have gotten the news by now, and he would definitely co down to save her.
A determined look flickered in her eyes.
But instead of waiting for Adam Jones to show up, she watched as Elly Campbell walked toward her “triumphantly,” squatting down in front of her.
The corner of Elly’s mouth curled up, and then she patted Sophie’s swollen left cheek, like a villainous supporting character weighing 200 pounds, and said:
“You’ve been in prison for over half a year now, yet your mind still can’t grasp the situation. What ti do you think it is, still comforting yourself with that scumbag Adam, as if only you could turn him into a treasure.”
Having said that, she stood up in front of Sophie, with a condescending posture, like looking down on a lowly ant she had stepped on, and said:
“Whether Adam loves or not, I don’t care, but the Jones corporation isn’t solely his.”
Her lips curled, and a self-satisfied smile spread from the bottom of her eyes.
“I was so close to divorcing Adam, and you were so close to becoming Mrs. Jones. It’s just a pity that in this world, many things are missed by just that little bit, enough to crush you.
She looked at Sophie’s fierce face, her smile becoming even more wanton and irritating.
“Just because you missed it by that little bit, you’ll never be able to beat .”
Seeing that Sophie was almost provoked enough, Elly didn’t continue to poke at her sore spot but instead said:
“You don’t have the ability yet to drive my employees away!”
After speaking, she turned her head toward the receptionist whose emotions had not yet settled down, and reassured:
“Don’t worry, if I don’t let you go, a mistress has no say over whether you leave. Just do your job with peace of mind.”
Hearing Elly’s assurance, the receptionist’s eyes suddenly brightened, followed by a burst of ecstasy.
“Thank you, Lady Ainley.”
“Go wash your face and work hard.”
“Yes, Lady Ainley, I’ll go right now.”
After the recent ups and downs, the receptionist finally cald down and hurried to the restroom to wash her face and touch up her makeup.
Elly took another look at Sophie and said:
“Get up. It’s perfect timing to go up and show Adam your dignified appearance. I wonder if it will scare him into impotence.”
After finishing her words, she snorted coldly and walked straight to the president’s private elevator, pressing her fingerprint against the scanner.
Sophie watched with wide eyes as Elly Campbell enjoyed the special treatnt of the president’s wife, taking the private elevator up to see Adam Jones.
And Sophie, his “greatest love,” could only go up with a swollen face, squeezing into the sa elevator as those lowly employees.
The more Sophie thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and she wished more than anything that Elly Campbell would drop dead imdiately.
Having learned that Elly had co up, Adam Jones hung up the phone with relief, his gaze shifting toward the elevator doors, his eyes and brows softening.
The mont the elevator doors opened, seeing his wife’s beautiful and delicate face, Adam’s eyes and brows relaxed even more, and a smile filled his entire eyes.
“I heard you had a conflict with Sophie downstairs. I was about to go down, but you ca up,” he said.
He pulled Elly over to sit on the sofa and asked:
“What brought you to the office?”
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