The gossip in their eyes, the subtle disdain in their tone when they mentioned "mistress," made Elly Campbell's heart suddenly sink.
"What do you want to ask?"
Her voice was so cold it lacked any warmth.
The woman opposite obviously picked up on her displeasure and curled her lips disdainfully.
From her attitude, it was clear that she was undoubtedly Adam Jones's mistress.
Otherwise, why would her attitude be so poor when she heard them asking if she was a mistress?
She must be enraged with embarrassment!
"We were just curious and wanted to ask if you're Adam Jones's wife or his mistress. There are so many debates online, we're dying of curiosity, just tell us."
The voices of those two weren't low, and there were quite a few people in the store; as soon as their words fell, those people's gazes turned toward Elly.
It was like watching a new species of animal in the zoo, their gaze both eager and gossipy.
Elly's complexion grew even colder.
