"President Jones of the Jones Corporation wishes to meet with you. Could you perhaps arrange a time?"
As the secretary spoke, her heart throbbed with excitement, and she couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes.
The Jones Corporation, that was indeed the Jones Corporation.
That the president of such a massive conglomerate wanted to meet with CEO Campbell—despite Brayman having potential, it wasn’t significant enough to warrant a meeting with a corporation’s president.
Seeing the secretary’s eyes shining, Elly Campbell knew she was talking about Adam Jones.
After all, there was only one Jones Corporation nationwide.
Thinking of Adam Jones naturally led her to remember their encounter at the mall, causing her brows to furrow slightly.
Just when the secretary thought Elly Campbell would agree without hesitation, she dropped those words coldly.
The secretary was taken aback and promptly said, "CEO Campbell, that’s President Jones of the Jones Corporation, Adam Jones we’re talking about."
Thinking Elly Campbell hadn’t realized it was about Adam Jones, the secretary quickly spoke to remind her.
Such a man, whose appearance in magazines could sell them out, who wouldn’t be vying for a chance to see him? How could CEO Campbell bear to refuse?
Yet Elly Campbell’s face remained unchanging as she repeated indifferently, "No meeting."
Although the secretary’s face showed disappointment, noticing CEO Campbell’s stern expression, she understood she was displeased. Though she felt some regret in her heart, she dared not say more and thus left the office.
With the office door closed, Elly Campbell leaned lazily against the chair back, her eyes narrowing slightly as she pondered the reason behind Adam Jones’s request to meet her.
"Why does Adam Jones want to see me?"
She toyed with the pen in her hand absentmindedly, murmuring softly to herself.
When it was time to leave work, Elly Campbell packed her things and descended the building. As soon as she reached the company’s entrance, she saw a black Bentley parked outside—understated in color but not in price—drawing whispers and gossip from the crowd.
"I recognize this car, Bentley’s new limited edition sedan, handcrafted and with only a few dozen in the world, starting at twenty million..."
"My God, the world of the rich is unimaginable; that car alone could buy me several houses."
"Why is this car parked at our company? It couldn’t be that one of our ladies has snagged a wealthy lover, could it?"
Hearing the employees’ gossip, Elly Campbell couldn’t help but frown.
Adam Jones was just that sort of person, attracting everyone’s attention wherever he went, and now with him at her company’s doorstep, by tomorrow the whole company would be abuzz with rumors about her and Adam Jones.
She pretended not to see and headed straight for the parking lot.
The rear door of the Bentley opened, and a pair of long, straight legs were the first to come into view.
Following that, a man stepped out—the handsomeness of his face overshadowed the famous stars on the billboards, and the faintly cold but commanding aura he exuded made people catch their breath involuntarily.
Although instantly drawn to him, they were intimidated by his presence and dared not come closer.
In an instant, the surroundings plunged into silence, until someone let out a low gasp, breaking the eerie quiet.
"My goodness, isn’t that Adam Jones?"
"Adam Jones? From the Jones financial empire?"
"My heavens, it really is him. It’s my first time seeing the real person from a magazine come to life, even more handsome than on TV or in magazines."