<h4>Chapter 988: 988. Get divorced from a scumbag</h4>


    After Elly Campbell had left, Adam Jones grimaced and withdrew his gaze, turning to look at Sophie Baker, remaining silent for a long while.


    The coldness in his eyes grew stronger, which startled Sophie for a moment. By the time she looked again, the iciness had disappeared.


    Sophie patted her flustered chest, convinced she must have been seeing things. Adam couldn’t possibly have given her such a fierce look.


    "Adam, how did youe to be here?"


    In her speech, Sophie infused a familiarity that seemed designed to be misunderstood by others.


    Adam Jones didn’t speak immediately, but after a few seconds, he said,


    "Elly sent me a message saying she ran into a ’Fox Spirit’ here. I guessed it must be you, so I came over."


    The Baker Family: "..."


    Onlookers: "..."


    Why did Adam Jones’ words sound so odd?


    Elly said she encountered a ’Fox Spirit’, and he guessed it was Sophie?


    Was President Jones truly low in emotional intelligence, or was this intentional? Why did it sound like he was squeezing Sophie, the ’other woman’?


    Although Sophie also found Adam Jones’ words awkward, she wouldn’t think too deeply about it and would choose to interpret it in another way—


    "Adam, did you rush over here because you were worried my sister would make things difficult for me?"


    When she asked the question, Sophie’s face even shed a hint of girlish sweetness.


    The expression on Adam Jones’ face was indescribablyplex, and after a long time, he finally murmured a low "hmm" and said,


    "Elly is not someone easy to deal with; try to avoid her in the future."


    "Okay, I’ll listen to you."


    Knowing that Adam Jones hade specifically because he was worried about Elly giving her a hard time, Sophie’s heart was already thrilled.


    When she looked at the onlookers, her expression carried a bit of smugness.


    Onlookers: "..."


    Damn!


    Jerk!


    Pregnant wife confronts the mistress, and he’s not concerned about the wife butes from afar worried about the mistress being bullied?


    Psh!


    Jerk!


    Even though this man was handsome and powerful, his scoundrel qualities were notcking.


    The onlookers internally cursed the couple before them, and then took out their phones ready to rage on Twitter, only to discover there was a new ’Hot Search’.


    It was about the incident that had just happened— a video of Sophie Baker being pped by Elly Campbell.


    At this moment, the Baker mother and daughter hadn’t had time to hire inte trolls or control thements, so the was full of praises for how well Elly hit her, how satisfying it was to watch, and curses about the mistressing to a bad end.


    Especially the scene where Elly, facing Adam, had pped Sophie again—numerous people apuded this act.


    "Mrs. Jones is awesome, the mistress and her daughter are really asking for it!"


    "The mistress’s mother isn’t official yet, and the daughter hurried to be one too—does shamelessness run in your family?"


    "Queen, what you said is wrong; even if the other woman was a concubine, concubines in ancient times were a tradablemodity, not considered family, so it’s not a domestic affair between you."


    "Queen, divorce the jerk already, I’ll marry you!"


    "Queen should have taken over hispany directly from the beginning or just bankrupted it. After all the trouble she went through to support him, he came back with money to support a ’Fox Spirit’."


    "..."


    As scathing as thements were online, people offline were not idle either.


    Helen Melendy was tapping away on her phone, posting on Twitter non-stop. Throughout the walk from the building to the parking lot, she had posted dozens of tweets.


    By the time she left the fifth floor, Elly Campbell’s face had already lost its cold edge.