Elly Campbell felt extremely uncomfortable under Adam Jones’s blatant gaze, and she was very opposed to the idea of repaying him with her body, remembering what he had said earlier.
Before he could speak, she frowned and said, "Let’s not talk about repaying with my body anymore, President Jones. To me, it still feels like a losing deal to trade myself for a leg. I may not be the cutthroat businessman that President Jones is, but I still wouldn’t make a deal that results in a loss."
As she spoke, she lifted the corners of her lips in a gentle expression of her eyes and brows. Despite the sarcasm embedded in her smile, it inexplicably dazzled Adam.
Narrowing his eyes, he studied Elly with a deep and intense gaze and, after a long moment, smiled and said, "Don’t worry, the matter of repaying with your body is the principal, and I’m not in a hurry for the principal, it will be recovered sooner or later. But I still insist on collecting the interest."
With that, he looked towards Lynn Clark, who had just brought a freshly cooked dish from the kitchen, and declared, "I’m staying for dinner."
"Of course, Mr. Jones."
Lynn’s face brightened with joy, and without a glance at Elly, she replied affirmatively and swiftly returned to the kitchen.
Elly’s expression soured. She had always known that Adam had a knack for attracting women, but she was displeased when his charm extended to her housekeeper.
"Why haven’t you left yet?"
"Elly, you really excel at crossing the river and tearing down the bridge."
Adam’s eyes narrowed unhappily, and a cold aura emanated from the depths of his gaze.
Elly arched her eyebrows but didn’t deny it. "That’s right. There’s a saying, right? ’To be near vermilion, one gets stained red; to be near ink, one gets stained black.’ I’ve been married to President Jones for three years, after all. It’s only natural I’ve picked up on some unconscionable behavior."
As she spoke, her tone was nonchalant, but the way she raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and smiled was so smug it was almost asking for a punch.
Adam’s face darkened as he looked at the woman sitting opposite him. Her injured leg was resting on the table, which lowered her usual sharp aura significantly, but instead added a mischievous air that was uncharacteristic for her.
After a chilling silence, he suddenly chuckled and said, "It seems you really do love me, Elly. Good or bad, you want to learn everything from me."
His words caught Elly off guard, and her face turned so stern that she couldn’t articulate a response, just glaring at him with clenched teeth.
Adam rose with satisfaction and walked over to her, squatting down to meet her gaze as she sat on the sofa, "Since we’re so in sync, why don’t you reconsider my earlier proposal?"
Elly gave him a contemptuous look, intending to ignore him any further. She had realized that when this man was shameless, she couldn’t even outtalk him.
At this time, Lynn had already brought all the prepared dishes to the table. "Madam, Mr. Jones, dinner is ready. Please come and eat."
As she spoke, Lynn’s eyes were filled with expectation as she looked at Adam, ready to be praised.
Unfortunately, from beginning to end, Adam did not even glance in her direction.
Lynn was somewhat disappointed but still maintained a smile on her face as she said to Elly, "Madam, I’ll go bring William down."
In the living room, only Elly and Adam were left. Elly was vexed by his behavior, treating her home like his own, when suddenly, her phone rang.
It was a call from Mr. Ainley, CEO of Brayman.
"Alright, send it to my email, and I’ll take a look and get back to you right away."
After hanging up, Elly’s email inbox received the message from Mr. Ainley.