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.

soft and fragile, waiting to be protected by a

Elly—it was clearly intended for

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

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

Elly, she really didn’t play by

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

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

sickening act and didn’t even grace her with a glance, turning around to head straight for

"Please sit."

of her desk and spoke to Adam Jones, her tone devoid of warmth, as procedural as the relationship between a

pulled

her, let alone offering her a seat, Sophie’s face turned an angry shade of pale, but she could only