Relentless Pursuit After Divorce-Chapter 1009. If this palace does not die, you all are ultimately concubines.

When the employees saw Elly Campbell, they felt as if they saw their pillar of strength, and their hearts settled a bit.

Wiping the moisture from under her eyes, one said to Elly Campbell:

"Miss Baker wanted to go up to see the president, but since she didn’t have an appointment, I stopped her, so..."

The receptionist covered her face, her bottom lip quivering, looking so wronged that her eyes were moist again.

"You did the right thing."

Elly Campbell spoke up, gently patting her shoulder in comfort, saying:

"Stop crying, go get some ice for your face."

"Thank you, Mrs. Jones."

With Elly Campbell there, the employees downstairs were no longer afraid of Sophie Baker.

Another receptionist ran to the Coffee Pantry to get her some ice, while a few colleagues consoled her at the side.

Sophie Baker, upon seeing Elly Campbell, felt a wave of jealousy so intense she clenched her teeth in hatred, and hearing the employees call her ’Miss Baker’ and Elly Campbell ’Mrs. Jones’, that cannibalistic jealousy surged once more.

If she had felt some fear towards Elly Campbell before, the "kindness" Adam Jones had shown her these past days made her feel quite elated.

Add to that the abuses she faced online and Elly Campbell’s various provocations, Sophie Baker felt even more afloat, flying higher than fluff.

She had that nose-upturned look, as if she were about to ascend to the heavens.

"Big sister really is a saint, on the verge of becoming a cast-off wife and still worrying about others."

She was probably one of the most foolish and arrogant mistresses ever.

In front of Jones employees, and in the presence of the lawful wife, to say such things, most people with even a shred of shame couldn’t say such things.

But then again, being a mistress, what more could one expect of her moral compass or shame?

This mother and daughter really are each more extreme than the other.

Elly Campbell didn’t get angry, instead her lips curved into a smile as she said:

"If even a little concubine dares to bully my staff, how can I, as the boss’s wife, not step in?"

Sophie Baker saw that Elly Campbell didn’t get angry this time and spoke with such frailty that she thought Elly was either seeking sympathy or scared of her and Adam Jones, so her backbone stiffened even more.

"Boss’s wife? An out-of-date boss’s wife, perhaps?"

Sophie Baker swept disdainfully over Elly Campbell with her "noble" eyelashes, saying:

"Shouldn’t an old hag be conscious enough to stay quietly at home? Why come out and make a fool of yourself?"

Old hag? Making a fool of herself?

She, the mistress, really dared to say that!

Could Mrs. Jones’s looks ever be associated with an old hag?

Being so brazen and ill-mannered in front of the lawful wife, isn’t it she who’s making a fool of herself?

The crowd looked at Sophie Baker with indescribable expressions.

Her bizarre confidence seemed to have gotten worse than before her imprisonment. freeweɓnøvel~com

Could it be that she was traumatized in jail?

Elly Campbell maintained a faint smile, looking at Sophie Baker as if caring for someone with a mental disability, saying:

"If a mistress who must hide in the shadows can strut around, what do I, the lawful wife, have to fear about making a fool of myself?"

"You&..."

Sophie Baker hated it most when others used status to pressure her, and the deeper her inferiority complex, the more she detested Elly Campbell’s actions.

Elly Campbell, whether intentional or not, kept jabbing right where it hurt Sophie most.

"Isn’t there a saying? So long as the empress lives, you all are merely courtesans."

Elly Campbell narrowed her eyes, her smile still flooding her face, appearing gentle and approachable, yet each word pricked at Sophie’s sore spots.

"Furthermore..."

At this point, Elly Campbell paused deliberately, her gaze ambiguously sweeping over Sophie Baker, then she said:

"You’re not even a concubine, merely a paramour."

Elly Campbell’s repeated words relentlessly prodded at Sophie Baker’s pains.

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