Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 570. Will you die if you’re not tsundere_1

Chapter 570: 570. Will you die if you’re not tsundere_1

Mrs. Baker felt that familiar surge of worry begin to stir within her heart again.

"CEO, if you’re missing your wife, why not send her a message? It’s lunch break in Greece right now, it won’t disturb the lady."

Robert Green had tried to hold back, but he couldn’t help speaking out.

As he braced himself for his boss’s cold glare, to his surprise, Adam Jones merely set his phone down with a nonchalant look, "No need, I don’t miss her that much."

With that, he picked up the document and began to read again.

Robert Green: "..."

Will you die if you’re not being proud? Ah! Will you die?

Meanwhile, across half the globe in Alaska, Elly Campbell had just put aside the documents she needed to process when she suddenly felt famished.

She glanced up at the lunch her secretary had brought in; it had already lost its warmth.

With a sigh, she picked up the lunch box. When she opened it, she inexplicably felt no appetite for the usual meal she had often enjoyed.

In her mind’s eye, she unexpectedly remembered the seafood noodles Adam had made for her that night, and a sense of loneliness suddenly arose within her.

"Secretary Edmonds."

She pressed the intercom, calling her secretary in.

"CEO Campbell, do you need anything?"

"Is there a noodle shop nearby?"

"There’s one right below our building, do you want to eat? I can have someone go down and buy it for you."

"No, I’ll go down myself."

The seafood noodle shop near the company was said to be famous far and wide, and every day, even outside of meal times, it was packed with people.

When Elly Campbell walked in, she found a spot just as a space became available, and she ordered a bowl of seafood noodles.

The seafood noodles were served quickly. She picked up her chopsticks and took a few bites, but it didn’t taste as delicious as she had expected.

Looking around at the neighboring tables, everyone else seemed to be enjoying their meals with gusto, so Elly Campbell frowned slightly, puzzled.

Was she too picky with her food?

Why did it seem like everyone else was reveling in a divine culinary delight?

She couldn’t help but think back to the noodles Adam had made for her that day, and her thoughts naturally drifted to Adam’s face, gentle with a warm smile.

Her gaze shifted to her phone which was resting beside her, and she reached out to pick it up.

Her index finger swiped the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then she turned it off again.

After nibbling on her noodles aimlessly for a couple more bites with little appetite, she put them aside.

Without thinking, she raised her eyes and saw two women in their thirties on the opposite side giving her strange looks.

Their unguarded stares, as if evaluating a product in a store, were particularly disconcerting.

The women did not expect Elly Campbell to suddenly look up. Caught in her gaze, they briefly froze, embarrassment crossing their faces as they hastily looked away.

Seeing that they were no longer staring at her, Elly Campbell let it slide and picked up her chopsticks to continue eating her noodles.

But after just a few bites, she once again felt that blatant gaze upon her.

Elly Campbell furrowed her brows and looked across at them.

Caught by Elly Campbell once more, the women’s faces turned sheepish, but they decided to abandon any pretense.

The two of them scooted their chairs closer and sat opposite Elly, their faces alight with curiosity as they asked:

"Aren’t you that woman, the female director of the Brayman Group?"

Elly Campbell looked at them, her expression inscrutable, offering no answer.

Seeing her silent, one of them added, "You know, the woman everyone’s been talking about on the internet these past few days, Adam Jones’s mistress."