Sophia Green and Daisy Thompson, both of whom had attractive appearances, received numerous dance invitations throughout the event.
Not wanting their true thoughts to be perceived, they gladly accepted the invitations with pleasure whenever someone came to ask them for a dance.
While dancing, their gazes frequently and secretly shifted toward Elly Campbell’s direction, noticing that she was only chatting with her close friend with the surname Xia on a sofa not far from the dance hall, her expression as usual.
Meanwhile, not far from them, Douglas Turnbaugh checked his watch, then exchanged a glance with her, nodded subtly, and left the scene of the ball, heading to a room upstairs in the mansion.
Sophia Green’s eyes swept toward the entrance of the dance hall several times, but her anxiously awaited person still had not arrived, leaving her inevitably feeling a hint of disappointment.
Why hasn’t Adam Jones come yet?
If he doesn’t come, how can he see how his wife enjoys the embrace beneath another man?
Without the strong visual impact, how is he to burst into intense anger, leaving Elly Campbell with no chance of redemption?
As she waited and still no sign of Adam appeared, Sophia Green frowned deeply, feeling a surge of inexplicable irritation rise in her heart.
After finding an excuse to leave her dance partner, she walked around to the other side and quietly went behind a marble column on the right side of the dance hall, very close to the sofa where Elly Campbell was sitting. Even with dance music playing in the hall, she could still hear the other party’s voice.
She saw Elly suddenly start tugging at her collar, fanning her somewhat flushed face with her hand, her expression somewhat restless and uneasy.
"What’s wrong, Elly? Why is your face so red?"
Seeing Elly constantly tugging at her neckline and fanning her face, Helen Melendy asked with some concern.
"Why is it so hot in this hall, why don’t they turn on the air conditioning with so many people here?"
Elly frowned and spoke with suppressed displeasure, while Helen Melendy looked at her with a pair of strange eyes, saying uneasily:
"Are you okay? The air conditioning in the hall has been set very low."
Elly looked at Helen Melendy with a touch of bewilderment and after pondering for a moment replied softly:
"It must be because there are too many people. I feel a bit stuffy, like I can’t catch my breath."
"Let’s hurry back then."
"No need, I’ll feel better after washing my face in the restroom."
With that, she got up from the sofa and walked towards the restroom.
"I’ll accompany you there, you don’t seem to be okay."
Helen Melendy stood up to follow, but Elly stopped her, "Don’t worry, I’m fine. You sit for a while, I’ll be back after washing my face."
The restroom was not far away, and seeing that Elly insisted, Helen Melendy did not accompany her.
"If you’re not feeling well, we should head back early."
Helen Melendy couldn’t help but give a word of caution.
Elly replied, then quickly walked toward the restroom.
Seeing her continuously tugging at her collar, a gesture that obviously hinted at something, made Sophia Green slightly curl her lips.
Blaming it on the crowd and the heat when it’s clearly the drug taking effect.
She was becoming more and more eager to witness Elly’s transformation into a pair of tattered shoes, and a pair that the whole world would know about, at that. Just the thought was thrilling.
Her gaze swept around the crowd, noting that no one was paying attention to her, she then also quietly made her way towards the restroom from another direction.
Since Sophia Green took a path that was less traveled, no one saw her heading toward the restroom.