She watched as Adam Jones's face turned inexplicably ugly, a smile creeping onto her lips as her heart swelled with unspoken satisfaction.
Just then, her phone began to ring—an unexpected call flashing on the screen.
"James Campbell?"
Elly's brows furrowed in distaste, her eyes instantly betraying an unmistakable hint of disgust and rejection.
Her father, who never reached out to her without a specific reason, was undoubtedly calling with news she wouldn't want to hear.
Answering the phone with a neutral expression, she said, "President Campbell, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
The cool tone and formality of her address left the person on the other end momentarily taken aback. "Elly, you've been back in the country for several days now—do you think you might have time to have a meal with me, your dad?"
This request, which would have seemed perfectly normal to anyone else, only sparked a hint of mockery in Elly's eyes.