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.
