Chapter 1495: 1495. Elly Campbell, are you there?
Sophia Taylor suddenly felt everything spiraling out of her control. Losing that sense of dominance, she knew she’d be missing out on plenty of important opportunities.
She suddenly felt a deep hatred for Elly Campbell, hated her pretense, hated how her act of kindness made her indulge in unrealistic fantasies.
If Elly hadn’t approached her first, putting on a show of familiarity, how could she have harbored such high hopes?
Elly was only seeking fame and prestige—so what gave her the right to drag her into it?
The more Sophia thought about it, the angrier she got. She wanted to open her mouth and reprimand Elly, but a chilling aura suddenly swept over her, crawling from the soles of her feet up her spine.
There was no need to look; she knew exactly where that icy presence was coming from. Lowering her gaze, she didn’t even have the courage to make eye contact with Adam Jones, let alone dare to berate his wife in front of him.
In the end, she forced a smile onto her lips and said:
"I thought we had a good connection, and I really enjoy chatting with you. You’re leaving so suddenly—I wasn’t mentally prepared for this. I’m really going to miss you."
Her words carried a hint of probing.
This statement obviously expressed a desire to stay close to Elly. If Elly acknowledged it, or hinted that Sophia could contact her later, it would give Sophia some peace of mind.
But Elly, hearing these words, didn’t respond at all. She just smiled at Sophia with a gentle, yet undeniably distant expression.
"Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it over time."
Get used to it over time...
Over time...
Time...
...
The smile on Sophia’s face froze so completely that she couldn’t even pretend to pull it back together.
She had utterly underestimated Elly Campbell’s shamelessness. She poured her heart out, genuinely saying she’d miss her, and yet Elly responded with—"you’ll get used to it over time."
"Get used to it..."
Sophia gritted her teeth, wishing she could scream profanity in their faces.
Damn it, Elly! Did you hear me? Damn it!
Adam Jones was even more certain now that this clueless volunteer teacher had somehow provoked his wife. Otherwise, why would his wife say something so deliberately infuriating?
Sweeping a cold, sharp gaze over Sophia’s furious but speechless face, he didn’t want his wife wasting any more words on her. He promptly said:
"The helicopter is ready. Let’s go."
Elly nodded, completely ignoring Sophia’s "damn it" glare. Then, with an infuriatingly smug wave of her hand, she climbed aboard the Jones Family’s private helicopter, and they flew off.
Sophia stood there, grinding her teeth as she watched the Jones Family’s helicopter disappear into the distance. Unable to hold back any longer, she turned towards the vast expanse of the mountains and unleashed the raging inferno boiling in her heart.
But what good would that do? That little witch Elly Campbell couldn’t hear her rant anyway.
As furious as she was, a shimmer of envy crept into her emotions.
Comparing oneself to others is infuriating, to say the least.
Some people might never step foot inside an airplane in their lifetime—but for others, buying their own private helicopter is as casual as picking cabbages, flying off whenever they please.
If she could somehow cozy up to someone like Elly and secure a place in her social circle...
In their circle, it was either privileged children of high-ranking officials or wealthy heirs of elite families. If Sophia could marry into a family like that, she could live the kind of glamorous life a well-to-do trophy wife enjoys—one that evokes admiration and envy.
On the helicopter, Adam Jones turned his head to look at his wife, who seemed unaffected by Sophia’s drama. Thinking back to how his wife had been genuinely kind to Sophia at first, and then seeing her sudden change in attitude, it was clear Sophia must have done something so egregious as to cross the line with her.
Adam’s eyes darkened with icy fury as he gently asked:
"Did that volunteer teacher do something that upset you?"