Seeing Leon Langley actually defend Eleanor Sterling, Sylvia Dempsey seed to ignite, her chest full of anger, ready to explode.
"You... you’re actually helping her, Leon Langley, how dare you do this to , having a tryst with a vixen right in front of my face!"
Eleanor Sterling let out a cold laugh.
n are indeed no good.
Sylvia Dempsey is still next door, yet Leon Langley dares to book a room with her—could he be a master of ti managent?
Eleanor Sterling certainly broadened her horizons today.
Of all things, Sylvia Dempsey treasures such a scumbag like Leon Langley.
Sylvia Dempsey was restrained, so she could only stare at Eleanor Sterling with reddened eyes, cursing angrily, "You shaless woman, how can you be so despicable!
Actually clinging to my husband, is being soone else’s mistress that delightful? You’re such a disgraceful person always being a third party!"
She was utterly furious, her insults extrely unpleasant.
Outside the door, a lot of onlookers had gathered and imdiately began to whisper upon seeing the scene.
"Looks like the husband was having a date with the mistress, and the wife got caught."
"Oh my, this mistress is really shaless, huh?"
"Exactly, these days the mistresses are so audacious, she’s not afraid of the wife at all."
"If I were the wife, I’d just go up and slap her."
"Didn’t you see the man was protecting the mistress?"
...
The fragnted voices of discussion reached Sylvia Dempsey’s ears, she struggled while trying to rush forward.
Eleanor Sterling watched the two coldly, unmoved.
And Estelle Sterling was completely unaffected, happily devouring her food like a little foodie.
There was even a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.
The little guy expressed: Eleanor Sterling had too many famous scenes of brawling, this was just a trivial matter.
Eleanor Sterling leisurely put down her teacup, looking at Leon Langley with contempt.
Then, curling into a mocking smile, she slowly spoke, "Are you too overconfident? Would I really be interested in such trash?"
Being called trash by Eleanor Sterling, Leon Langley felt his dignity was slighted, his face suddenly darkened, and he shouted, "You just begged earlier to give you a chance."
Sylvia Dempsey obviously thought the sa, snorted, "Eleanor Sterling, don’t think you can argue your way out. Earlier a waiter ca in and said you asked my husband to co over, and now you want to deny it?"
Eleanor Sterling: "???"
She looked at the pair of brainless spouses sowhat speechless, feeling that arguing with them was simply lowering her own IQ.
Just then, the bathroom door opened with a ’click’, and Alaric Faulkner walked out.
He had an icy expression, with a face of indifference, looking humorless and chilling.
Leon Langley saw Alaric Faulkner and was dumbfounded, "President Faulkner? You... you, how could you be here?"
He was completely confused, how co Alaric Faulkner was here?
Wasn’t it Eleanor Sterling who invited him over?
Although Sylvia Dempsey was part of the aristocratic circle, she had no contact with Alaric Faulkner’s level, so upon seeing him she couldn’t recognize him.
She was still puzzled, asking, "Who is this person? Could he be Eleanor Sterling’s kept boy toy?"
Leon Langley suddenly ca to his senses, angrily glaring at Sylvia Dempsey, rebuking, "Shut up!"
That’s Alaric Faulkner, the president of The Faulkner Group, known as the living Hades!
What boy toy, dare say that in his presence, not wanting to live?
Eleanor Sterling looked at Alaric Faulkner with profound aning, thinking: His face is indeed quite fair, the term boy toy suits him well.
Seeing Eleanor Sterling’s schadenfreude gaze, Alaric Faulkner’s expression instantly softened, but when turning to Leon Langley, it beca cold again.
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