Adam Jones looked particularly courteous, yet Elijah Gibbs couldn’t relax.
Fidgeting as he walked over to sit in front of Adam, he watched Adam pour a cup of coffee and hand it over, and he hurriedly reached out to take it.
Although he was clueless about the art of tea-making, this didn’t prevent him from admiring the way Adam made coffee, both beautiful and professional.
"President Jones, hello, I did not expect to meet you in person today, truly a great honor."
Adam looked at him, smiled, and said, "I invited General Young today for the matter of my wife."
How did it come to be about Adam Jones’s wife again?
Adam stopped what he was doing and glared at Elijah, the smile on his face masking cold indifference in his eyes, devoid of any warmth, which made Elijah inexplicably shiver.
"It’s not easy for my wife to earn money, and General Young, you chose to bully her, that’s a bit unkind."
Adam’s voice was still gentle, but the invisible pressure was already dispersing around him, and upon hearing these words, Elijah immediately became restless.
"President Jones, perhaps there’s some misunderstanding here, how would I dare bully Mrs. Jones?"
Bully Adam Jones’s wife? Was he tired of living?
Adam glance at Elijah with an indecipherable look and scoffed, "You’re not only stealing her company’s patent but also turning around to sue her for infringement; isn’t that bullying?"
By the end, the smile at the corner of Adam’s lips had gradually receded, and his final gaze became sharp as a knife’s edge, scraping across Elijah’s face with fear and pain.
At his words, Elijah jumped up from his chair, too agitated to remain seated.
"President Jones, what... what are you saying?"
Brayman’s CEO Campbell, is Adam Jones’s wife? Couldn’t be, could it?
He looked at Adam in disbelief, seeing no anger on his face, yet the intangible pressure emanating from his body made Elijah’s legs tremble uncontrollably.
Adam pointed to the seat in front of him, his tone still gentle, "Don’t rush, sit down and talk."
At this point, Elijah was no longer sure what Adam was thinking, but he could never admit that his company had stolen the research results of Brayman’s, especially not in front of Adam Jones, unless he had a death wish.
"President Jones, this... you’ve misunderstood, that patent was indeed first developed by our company, the registration records are still at the bureau..."
Before Elijah could finish speaking, Adam had already thrown a file envelope in front of him.
Looking at the file envelope in front of him, then at Adam’s calm and composed appearance, a strong sense of foreboding suddenly gripped his heart.
He picked up the file envelope, took a look at its contents, and the more he looked, the more horrified he became, with his face turning deathly pale.
"Adam... President Jones..."
Cold sweat instantly permeated his forehead, and he frantically wiped it away, his gaze filled with a tinge of panic as he looked at Adam, who was still leisurely making coffee, unable to utter a word of defense.
The document Adam had given him clearly outlined how he had bribed people at Brayman, all the transfer records, and the details of every contact between Brayman’s researchers and his subordinates; he was left with no grounds to argue.
Adam’s brows twitched, his eyes casually glanced over at him, and he smiled.