"To tell the truth, I’ve seen plenty of powerful and influential people around here, but Young Master Jones is the first of his kind I’ve met. He’s even more handsome than he looks in magazines. That temperament, tsk tsk..."
"If I could spend a night with him, I wouldn’t even ask for money..."
"Dream on, there are so many women here willing to sleep with him for free, there’s no chance for you..."
Listening to these people discussing Young Master Jones, and seeing Robert Green standing in front of her, trying to ingratiate himself with a forced smile, Elly Campbell didn’t need to ask to know who those few girls were talking about.
The hand resting by her side tightened slightly, but then it relaxed again.
What was she concerned about?
She had already divorced him. Who he went out to play with, and whom he played with, what did it have to do with her?
Elly Campbell scolded herself harshly in her heart, her gaze turned to the front desk staff and asked, "Hello, did you find it?"
"Sorry, there’s no reservation under the name Helen Melendy. Could it be reserved under another name?"
Upon receiving the reply, Elly Campbell’s brows furrowed even more.
Robert Green, who had been looking for an opportunity to speak with Elly Campbell, immediately stepped forward, smiling apologetically, "Madam, this club is owned by our CEO’s friend. If you’re looking for Lawyer Melendy, we can go in and ask our CEO for help."
Robert Green again spare no effort in creating opportunities for his Boss, thinking of his boss still hiding in the private room, drowning his sorrows for love, Robert Green felt his heart break once more over being such a devoted assistant.
Elly Campbell refused without a second thought, picked up her phone again and dialed Helen Melendy’s number while walking toward the private rooms.
Helen Melendy’s phone still went unanswered, making Elly Campbell grow increasingly anxious.
Just then, the door to the private room on her right opened, and Elly Campbell glanced over out of reflex, only to see a face etched with despondence and dejection.
Elly Campbell stared at the face before her for several seconds, stunned, before coming back to her senses.
She had not expected to see Adam Jones at this moment; his current state took her by surprise.
His white shirt was stained with quite a bit of blood; his hand resting on the door also bore traces of not yet dried blood. The top few buttons of his shirt were torn open, faintly exposing the wheat-colored skin underneath; he looked disheveled, yet there was a wild charm about him.
But that charm was not something Elly Campbell was in the mood to appreciate; instead, her entire focus was on the bloodstains on his shirt. Under the dim lights of the corridor, those drops of glaring red continually assaulted her eyes.
Adam Jones hadn’t expected to encounter Elly Campbell here either. At the moment of opening the door, a flicker of clarity visibly brightened the haze in his eyes, but soon, he forcefully suppressed that brief flash of light.
His handsome face grew cold in an instant.He retracted his gaze coldly and didn’t linger at the doorway, instead, he walked past her to leave.
Heaven knows how much he wanted to hear her say something to him, but he feared that once she spoke, it would be like before, with every word pushing him further into Hell.
He didn’t want to hear her speak, and he dared not listen to her speak.
As Adam walked out, Harry Hall followed worriedly. Seeing Elly Campbell, he too was surprised, yet his face showed a hint of a smile.