Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 572. If you’re not capable, don’t try to show off, you’ll just make a fool of yourself_1

Chapter 572: 572. If you’re not capable, don’t try to show off, you’ll just make a fool of yourself_1

After all, in the eyes of the onlookers, there was a very high possibility that Elly Campbell was a mistress.

As a mistress to be so defiant, it was simply because she had the backing of Adam Jones.

Elly knew what these people were thinking, but she didn’t care. It was one thing to humiliate her, but to insult her son, were they asking for an early grave?

Ignoring the condemning glances, she stood up, took a wad of cash from her purse, and threw it in the woman’s face, looking down on her as she said:

"Considering the acne on your face and your foul mouth, you must be suffering from severe internal heat. Here’s some money for you to buy some coffee to drink. Remember to rinse your mouth more often next time before going out, so people don’t think you feasted on a meal of shit before leaving the house."

After that, she got ready to leave, but was stopped by the "justice warriors" who were watching.

"How can you hit someone? Isn’t it just a few words that were said? Even if you are Adam Jones’s woman, you can’t just hit people, can you?"

A group of double-standard "justice warriors" seemed to have completely forgotten how this woman had insulted Elly with nasty language just moments before, but now each of them was filled with a sense of "justice."

Seeing Elly’s gaze sweep fiercely towards those who had stopped her, her cold and deep eyes made those people instinctively shrink their necks in fear.

Even if they didn’t want to admit it, this woman was truly worthy of being Adam Jones’s woman; even as a mistress, her aura was unlike that of an ordinary woman.

"What’s done is done, what now?"

Elly spread her hands and curled her lips in a mocking smile, "Go post something online, I’ve even thought of a title for you, ’Adam Jones’s Mistress Bullies Others with Her Power’ How about that?"

Looking at Elly’s unafraid demeanor, the anger in these people’s hearts was clearly unimaginable.

But they also had to face the reality that this woman was indeed so arrogant that they were helpless against her.

The person who had stepped forward was silent, just glaring at Elly without speaking, his face turning a deep red.

"If you can’t handle standing out, then don’t, it only makes you a laughingstock!"

Elly’s sharp gaze swept over the few men. Dropping this remark, she turned around and left again.

Stung by Elly’s words, the men couldn’t hold back any longer and rushed forward, "You stop right there, you..."

"Mrs. Jones!"

Just at that moment, a man and a woman walked in from outside the door. Upon seeing Elly, their faces lit up with enthusiasm, completely ignoring the mess in the restaurant at the moment.

Elly recognized him; it was Director Drago, the chairman of the private aristocratic kindergarten where William Campbell was enrolled, and the richly dressed woman next to him was likely his wife.

"Mrs. Jones, what a coincidence to run into you here."

"Director Drago."

Elly nodded in greeting and also nodded at the woman next to him, not calling her by name as she wasn’t certain of her identity.

"My wife suddenly craved the seafood noodles from this restaurant, so I brought her to try them. Are you here for the noodles as well, Mrs. Jones?"

"I just finished eating and was about to leave. Enjoy your meal, Director Drago, Mrs. Drago."

"Of course, Mrs. Jones, take care. Please come for coffee with Mr. Jones and yourself when you have time."

Elly nodded politely in acknowledgment, then finally left, leaving everyone at the scene in astonishment.

Director Drago was also a prominent figure in Alaska, with quite a reputation. He often appeared in financial magazines and on financial radio shows, and many people recognized him.

If even he addressed the woman named Elly as Mrs. Jones and treated her with such respect, what else could that imply?