Chapter 1491: 1491. Do you think she, Elly Campbell, is so despicable?
Elly Campbell: “…”
“Keep up the good work.”
Elly offered some encouragement, though it felt rather half-hearted. Yet she noticed Leo Hall’s eyes gleaming brightly as he looked at her, “I definitely won’t let you down, sis-in-law. Just wait, I’ll conquer the whole world for you to see.”
Elly Campbell: “…”
Could he stop being so ridiculous? Conquer the world, seriously!
Elly shot him an annoyed look. After asking him a few more questions, Leo Hall finally left.
Walking a short distance away, the smile on Leo Hall’s face faded. He took out a satellite phone and dialed a number—
“Boss?”
From the other end of the line, a female voice replied, laced with an almost imperceptible excitement.
Leo’s expression was indifferent as he stared off into the horizon, at the blood-red twilight sky. His thin lips curled into a cold smile tinged with a trace of anticipation—
“The plan can begin.”
His plan would undoubtedly shock the world…
Leo ended the call, glancing in the direction where Elly had been earlier—
“Sis-in-law, when the time comes, I’ll show you just how vibrant and colorful my world can be.”
After Leo left, Elly Campbell turned and headed toward the classroom building to prepare for her next lesson. But before stepping inside, she saw Sophia Taylor emerging from the adjacent classroom. Her face looked pale, and her eyes were red, as if she had been crying.
Seeing Elly, she raised a hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eye and walked up to her. “Ms. Campbell.”
Ever since Elly had overheard Sophia maliciously speaking about her behind her back, she had lost any desire to be close to her.
Elly didn’t care if others were ambitious. She didn’t mind that Sophia wanted to use her as a stepping stone. What she hated was the hypocrisy—acting one way to her face and another behind her back.
It was infuriating for someone to privately scorn her, use venomous words to tear her down, and then turn around pretending to seek closeness—even going so far as to show such a pitiful, fragile side of herself.
Elly wasn’t interested in holding Sophia accountable for the things she’d said at Abigail Wood’s house. Rumors—once someone believes them, there’s no way to completely dispel them.
It wasn’t worth wasting her time on someone she didn’t care about.
She nodded, directly ignoring Sopia’s tear-streaked face, and spoke:
“Class is about to start; I’ll head inside now.”
Sophia froze for a moment. She had thought that seeing her cry would prompt Elly to ask her what was wrong. But Elly didn’t say a word.
Sophia blinked a couple of times, watching helplessly as Elly walked into the classroom without looking back—not even sparing her a second glance.
Frustrated, Sophia furrowed her brows and peered into the classroom. Inside, Elly was flipping through her textbook intently, paying no attention to the doorway.
She certainly wasn’t casting another glance at Sophia, who stood outside.
Angry, Sophia stomped her foot lightly and glared at Elly before turning to leave.
Only then did Elly turn her head to glance toward the doorway, a sarcastic smirk curling at the corner of her lips.
Deliberately showing up before Elly returned to class, exaggeratedly wiping away her tears, putting on such a pitiful appearance—all of it was simply a ploy to make Elly ask her what had happened.
Did she think Elly Campbell was that pathetic?
Elly had always been a detached person. Emotions came and went easily for her. The only exception was the mistake she’d made with Adam Jones.
Her initial interest in Sophia stemmed from admiration for a young woman who had come alone to teach in such harsh, mountainous conditions. That was why she had tried to help her as much as possible.