Elly Campbell raised an eyebrow, not expecting this drama queen to still have the cheek to act in front of her.
Oh, no, she almost forgot—standing next to her was Adam Jones. Of course, she had to play the role of a delicate white flower who is bullied by the entire world and needs the protection of a domineering male lead. How could she afford to be haughty towards her enemy at this time?
Luckily, this drama queen did have a memory. After getting beaten up by her in the restroom during the last reception, she had mellowed down and even changed the way she addressed her.
Elly turned around, her eyebrow arching at Sophie’s timid demeanor. Because her attention was all on Sophie, she failed to notice the flicker of displeasure that condensed in the depths of the man’s eyes beside her.
"I...I was wondering if I could go with you? As Lily’s good friend, I haven’t been able to do anything for her, so I want to follow along and listen in case there’s anything I can do to help Lily," Sophie explained, her lips slightly pursing in a pitiable manner; her weak gaze shimmered with a trace of fear, as if Elly was some wild beast standing in front of her waiting to devour her.
Sometimes, Elly really couldn’t understand why men always liked women who were soft and fragile, waiting to be protected by a man; was it so unappealing for a woman to be strong on her own?
The front that Sophie put on was obviously not for Elly—it was clearly intended for the man beside her who was blind to her ways, Adam Jones.
Not wanting to watch this drama queen perform the act of seducing the domineering CEO before her, Elly said indifferently, "Come along then."
Sophie was a bit surprised that Elly actually agreed. She had thought Elly would flatly reject her with a fierce attitude, and she had prepared a whole bunch of words to disgust Elly, but then...
That bitch Elly, she really didn’t play by the rules!
Internally cursing, yet her face revealed nothing but tearful gratitude, as if overwhelmed by the kindness, she kept thanking Elly, "Thank you, sis... Dr. Campbell."
Whether she intentionally said the wrong name or genuinely slipped, she quickly corrected herself and glanced at Elly with a startled look, as if fearing that Elly would punch her like she did in the hotel restroom.
Elly didn’t want to see her sickening act and didn’t even grace her with a glance, turning around to head straight for her office.
Elly pointed to the seat in front of her desk and spoke to Adam Jones, her tone devoid of warmth, as procedural as the relationship between a patient’s family and a doctor.
Adam Jones frowned discontentedly but obediently pulled out the chair and sat down.
Seeing Elly had no intention of speaking to her, let alone offering her a seat, Sophie’s face turned an angry shade of pale, but she could only glare hatefully at Elly.
She glanced around and realized there weren’t any spare chairs in Elly’s office; this was clearly an intentional move to have her stand.
Sophie’s face darkened with rage, but from the beginning to the end, Elly didn’t look her way once, as if she didn’t exist at all.
Grinding her teeth, Sophie held back. Now, she had no grounds to flaunt in front of that bitch Elly; she just hoped her father’s actions would hasten. Once she succeeded in integrating into the Campbell family, then as for Elly Campbell...
Ha! Did she think she could still use the status of the Campbell family’s young lady to oppress her?
Unbeknownst to Elly, Sophie’s inner thespian was rich with drama. Having just performed nine hours of surgery, she was indeed tired, her fingers occasionally massaging her swollen temples.