The manager maintained a polite and appropriate formulaic smile and said:
"It’s just ten million, which isn’t much for Mr. Jones."
Daisy Thompson was startled by the price, even though she had initially obtained several billion from the Jones family.
But in her eyes, it was just a few writings, yet it amounted to ten million.
The manager was amused by Daisy Thompson’s exaggerated shock, as if she had never seen the world.
"Mr. Jones is planning to gift it to Mrs. Jones’s grandfather as a birthday present. Naturally, the gift for the elderly should be substantial."
"To Elly Campbell’s grandfather?"
This time, it was Sophia Green who spoke.
Ten million wasn’t much for someone of her stature in the entertainment industry, roughly the salary of one movie.
Even though the film salary was earned by her filming day and night, Sophia Green, too, felt the pinch spending ten million just for a script font on clothing.
Clearly, it was Adam Jones spending on his wife, but Sophia Green felt the infuriating and painful sensation of her man spending money on another woman.
The manager, having dealt with many distinguished officials, excelled at reading people. From Sophia Green’s expression, he knew exactly what she was thinking.
He felt somewhat contemptuous.
Indeed, he guessed right; this woman truly had her sights set on President Jones.
This woman was funny; clearly wanting to impose herself as a mistress, yet the man in question wasn’t interested. Now that President Jones was spending on his wife, this woman, who couldn’t even qualify as a rumored lover, felt angry and hurt.
As if it was her money being spent.
"This is what Mr. Jones said."
He didn’t want to engage in such trivial discussions, and as Sophia Green continued to speak, he interrupted:
"What do the two of you need? Whether it’s for personal enjoyment or a gift for someone, I can provide some recommendations."
Sophia Green was jealous of Elly Campbell, jealous that she could legitimately stand by Adam’s side, and rightfully accept Adam’s kindness without any psychological burden.
If previously she was just feeling jealous, after Daisy Thompson’s analysis, she thought that maybe Adam Jones had some interest in her. With this thought, and realizing how unreservedly he treated Elly Campbell, she felt not only jealous but also heartbroken.
She felt that the love that should belong to her was likely to be choked off at any time because of Elly Campbell’s assertive dominance, which made her feel resentful.
Ten million! How could he casually spend ten million on Elly Campbell!
No, what was ten million, she forgot—he had also given Elly Campbell a holiday island worth billions.
Compared to that island, this mere ten million was nothing.
Not thinking about it was one thing, but once she did, the jealousy and heartache spread from her internal organs to her limbs.
She was naturally not inferior to Elly Campbell; if she had known Adam Jones before Elly, perhaps she would be the one enjoying it all now.
All because Daisy Thompson, that fool, had never mentioned to her that Adam Jones was her son.
If only she had known earlier, when they were just seven or eight years old, perhaps by now, the place of Mrs. Jones and the affection Elly Campbell received from Adam might have belonged to her.
The more she thought about it, the harder it was for Sophia Green to accept.
Especially since that time on the island with Douglas Turnbaugh, which Adam Jones had personally observed.