Chapter 572: 572. If you’re not capable, don’t try to show off, you’ll just make a fool of yourself_1 Chapter 572: 572. If you’re not capable, don’t try to show off, you’ll just make a fool of yourself_1 After all, in the eyes of the onlookers, there was a very high possibility that Elly Campbell was a mistress.
As a mistress to be so defiant, it was simply because she had the backing of Adam Jones.
Elly knew what these people were thinking, but she didn’t care. It was one thing to humiliate her, but to insult her son, were they asking for an early grave?
Ignoring the condemning glances, she stood up, took a wad of cash from her purse, and threw it in the woman’s face, looking down on her as she said:
“Considering the acne on your face and your foul mouth, you must be suffering from severe internal heat. Here’s so money for you to buy so coffee to drink. Rember to rinse your mouth more often next ti before going out, so people don’t think you feasted on a al of shit before leaving the house.”
After that, she got ready to leave, but was stopped by the “justice warriors” who were watching.
“How can you hit soone? Isn’t it just a few words that were said? Even if you are Adam Jones’s woman, you can’t just hit people, can you?”
A group of double-standard “justice warriors” seed to have completely forgotten how this woman had insulted Elly with nasty language just monts before, but now each of them was filled with a sense of “justice.”
Seeing Elly’s gaze sweep fiercely towards those who had stopped her, her cold and deep eyes made those people instinctively shrink their necks in fear.
Even if they didn’t want to admit it, this woman was truly worthy of being Adam Jones’s woman; even as a mistress, her aura was unlike that of an ordinary woman.
“What’s done is done, what now?”
Elly spread her hands and curled her lips in a mocking smile, “Go post sothing online, I’ve even thought of a title for you, ‘Adam Jones’s Mistress Bullies Others with Her Power’ How about that?”
Looking at Elly’s unafraid deanor, the anger in these people’s hearts was clearly unimaginable.
But they also had to face the reality that this woman was indeed so arrogant that they were helpless against her.
The person who had stepped forward was silent, just glaring at Elly without speaking, his face turning a deep red.
“If you can’t handle standing out, then don’t, it only makes you a laughingstock!”
Elly’s sharp gaze swept over the few n. Dropping this remark, she turned around and left again.
Stung by Elly’s words, the n couldn’t hold back any longer and rushed forward, “You stop right there, you…”
“Mrs. Jones!”
Just at that mont, a man and a woman walked in from outside the door. Upon seeing Elly, their faces lit up with enthusiasm, completely ignoring the ss in the restaurant at the mont.
Elly recognized him; it was Director Drago, the chairman of the private aristocratic kindergarten where William Campbell was enrolled, and the richly dressed woman next to him was likely his wife.
“Mrs. Jones, what a coincidence to run into you here.”
“Director Drago.”
Elly nodded in greeting and also nodded at the woman next to him, not calling her by na as she wasn’t certain of her identity.
“My wife suddenly craved the seafood noodles from this restaurant, so I brought her to try them. Are you here for the noodles as well, Mrs. Jones?”
“I just finished eating and was about to leave. Enjoy your al, Director Drago, Mrs. Drago.”
“Of course, Mrs. Jones, take care. Please co for coffee with Mr. Jones and yourself when you have ti.”
Elly nodded politely in acknowledgnt, then finally left, leaving everyone at the scene in astonishnt.
Director Drago was also a prominent figure in Alaska, with quite a reputation. He often appeared in financial magazines and on financial radio shows, and many people recognized him.
If even he addressed the woman nad Elly as Mrs. Jones and treated her with such respect, what else could that imply?
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