CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 161: THE PRETTY BOY IS A FITTING NAME

Seeing Leon Langley actually defend Eleanor Sterling, Sylvia Dempsey seemed to ignite, her chest full of anger, ready to explode.

"You... you’re actually helping her, Leon Langley, how dare you do this to me, having a tryst with a vixen right in front of my face!"

Eleanor Sterling let out a cold laugh.

Men are indeed no good.

Sylvia Dempsey is still next door, yet Leon Langley dares to book a room with her—could he be a master of time management?

Eleanor Sterling certainly broadened her horizons today.

Of all things, Sylvia Dempsey treasures such a scumbag like Leon Langley.

Sylvia Dempsey was restrained, so she could only stare at Eleanor Sterling with reddened eyes, cursing angrily, "You shameless woman, how can you be so despicable!

Actually clinging to my husband, is being someone else’s mistress that delightful? You’re such a disgraceful person always being a third party!"

She was utterly furious, her insults extremely unpleasant.

Outside the door, a lot of onlookers had gathered and immediately began to whisper upon seeing the scene.

"Looks like the husband was having a date with the mistress, and the wife got caught."

"Oh my, this mistress is really shameless, huh?"

"Exactly, these days the mistresses are so audacious, she’s not afraid of the wife at all."

"If I were the wife, I’d just go up and slap her."

"Didn’t you see the man was protecting the mistress?"

...

The fragmented voices of discussion reached Sylvia Dempsey’s ears, she struggled while trying to rush forward.

Eleanor Sterling watched the two coldly, unmoved.

And Estelle Sterling was completely unaffected, happily devouring her food like a little foodie.

There was even a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

The little guy expressed: Eleanor Sterling had too many famous scenes of brawling, this was just a trivial matter.

Eleanor Sterling leisurely put down her teacup, looking at Leon Langley with contempt.

Then, curling into a mocking smile, she slowly spoke, "Are you too overconfident? Would I really be interested in such trash?"

Being called trash by Eleanor Sterling, Leon Langley felt his dignity was slighted, his face suddenly darkened, and he shouted, "You just begged me earlier to give you a chance."

Sylvia Dempsey obviously thought the same, snorted, "Eleanor Sterling, don’t think you can argue your way out. Earlier a waiter came in and said you asked my husband to come over, and now you want to deny it?"

Eleanor Sterling: "???"

She looked at the pair of brainless spouses somewhat speechless, feeling that arguing with them was simply lowering her own IQ.

Just then, the bathroom door opened with a ’click’, and Alaric Faulkner walked out.

He had an icy expression, with a face of indifference, looking humorless and chilling.

Leon Langley saw Alaric Faulkner and was dumbfounded, "President Faulkner? You... you, how could you be here?"

He was completely confused, how come Alaric Faulkner was here?

Wasn’t it Eleanor Sterling who invited him over?

Although Sylvia Dempsey was part of the aristocratic circle, she had no contact with Alaric Faulkner’s level, so upon seeing him she couldn’t recognize him.

She was still puzzled, asking, "Who is this person? Could he be Eleanor Sterling’s kept boy toy?"

Leon Langley suddenly came to his senses, angrily glaring at Sylvia Dempsey, rebuking, "Shut up!"

That’s Alaric Faulkner, the president of The Faulkner Group, known as the living Hades!

What boy toy, dare say that in his presence, not wanting to live?

Eleanor Sterling looked at Alaric Faulkner with profound meaning, thinking: His face is indeed quite fair, the term boy toy suits him well.

Seeing Eleanor Sterling’s schadenfreude gaze, Alaric Faulkner’s expression instantly softened, but when turning to Leon Langley, it became cold again.