Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 85: 085. Drama Queen_1

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.

"What’s the matter?"

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.

really couldn’t understand why men always liked women who were soft and fragile, waiting to be protected by

Sophie put on was obviously not for Elly—it was clearly intended for the man beside her who was blind

to watch this drama queen perform the act of seducing the domineering CEO before her, Elly said

that Elly actually agreed. She had thought Elly would flatly reject her with a fierce attitude,

bitch Elly, she really didn’t play by the

yet her face revealed nothing but tearful gratitude, as if overwhelmed by the

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

grace her

"Please sit."

Adam Jones, her tone devoid of warmth, as procedural as the relationship between a

discontentedly but obediently pulled out

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