Leanne Richards looked at Elly Campbell and felt naturally intimidated by her, unlike the sense of superiority and confidence she had when facing Helen Melendy.
She could mock Helen Melendy as a pauper, a down-and-out, several levels beneath her.
But she couldn't mock Elly Campbell; she couldn't even speak loudly in front of her without faltering.
"This measly amount of money only matters to someone like Mrs. Hall."
Elly Campbell's eyes gleamed with unabashed sarcasm.
It was as if she was saying Leanne Richards was so petty, making such a fuss over mere millions, as if it was a big deal.
Leanne Richards could read the meaning in Elly Campbell's eyes perfectly, which made her face flush with anger.
A few million, which was just enough to buy this Patek Philippe watch she wore, did she truly care about the money?
Of course, she didn't care. She was merely using it to shame Helen Melendy, this pauper.
