Chapter 1482: 1482. So Mr. Qiao’s family is really rich

She always thought her eyes were like a cheat code for spotting pretentious women—the pretentious innocence, scheming charm, or venomous manipulator types—she could see through them all. But this time, she didn’t expect to be so blind.

“Th-Three… three men?”

Grandmother Wood, being a woman who had lived her entire life in the mountains, was utterly shocked by Sophia Taylor’s words.

She belonged to an older, more conservative generation. Hearing that a woman was entangled with three men was enough to shatter her worldview.

Especially since she thought Elly Campbell was highly educated, patient with her students, came from a well-off family, and didn’t look down on people—how could such a woman turn out to be so promiscuous? She struggled to accept this reality.

Sophia had precisely banked on the conservative values held by the mountain villagers, especially the elderly women like Grandmother Wood, and deliberately used ambiguous phrasing to paint Elly Campbell as promiscuous.

“You must’ve seen those three men, right? One of them is her husband. That man happens to be Greece’s richest man—the wealthiest person in our nation.”

For someone like Grandmother Wood, who often struggled to make ends meet, she didn’t have the opportunity to know who Adam Jones was.

Never mind the richest man in the country; she didn’t even know the wealthiest person in their county.

Hearing Sophia speak, Grandmother Wood’s face simply showed a look of utter shock. “So, Elly Campbell’s family is rich, huh.”

She’d already assumed that those who came to their mountain to donate money must come from decent backgrounds, but she hadn’t expected her to be the richest man’s wife.

“That President Jones is a big deal. Before I came here to teach, I used to see him in newspapers and magazines. He absolutely dotes on Elly Campbell. But who could’ve known that having such a loving husband wasn’t enough for her—she still flirts everywhere with other men.”

As she spoke, Sophia cast a glance at Abigail Wood, who was lying across a small stone table in the yard doing her homework.

“Abigail’s a good kid. You absolutely mustn’t let her spend too much time around Elly Campbell, just in case she gets influenced badly.”

Abigail had been quietly focused on her homework but, hearing Sophia’s words, lifted her head to glance at her. The next second, she buried herself back into her work.

However, her brows, concealed beneath her fringe, furrowed slightly.

Grandmother Wood didn’t make any response; she merely smiled faintly.

Sophia had thought that after saying all that, Grandmother Wood would at least join in cursing Elly Campbell for being promiscuous or something, yet beyond her initial exclamation about Elly’s wealth, she only gave a faint smile.

Instead, it was Sophia herself who felt a bit uneasy under the weight of that mild smile. It was as if her ulterior, unspeakable motives had been entirely laid bare before Grandmother Wood.

Sophia’s gaze carried a flicker of doubt. Unsatisfied with not receiving the reaction she desired, she pressed on:

“Just yesterday, President Jones found out about her and Mr. White being involved. He even beat up Mr. White!”

Outside the door, Elly Campbell listened quietly. She didn’t get angry at Sophia’s deliberate mudslinging; instead, her lips curved into a smile.

Grandmother Wood remained without a word, listening as Sophia continued:

“You know, everyone says Mr. Xiao is the big boss of Windflower Corporation, but in reality, it’s Mr. White. Isn’t Elly Campbell incredible? Having a billionaire husband isn’t enough—she still gets involved with other billionaires. Even Miss Brown’s son, who’s seven or eight years younger than her, wasn’t spared.”

Sophia grew more indignant as she spoke. “Poor Mr. White. Elly Campbell was the one being disloyal, yet he got beaten up by Mr. Jones for no reason!”