The car had just arrived at the hotel when Elly Campbell got out, thinking Adam Jones would leave then, but as soon as she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Adam step out from the other side and walk towards her.
"President Jones isn’t trying to tell me that you’re staying here too, are you?"
Elly looked at Adam, her eyes carrying a hint of sarcasm.
Adam smiled, his brows suddenly softening, causing Elly’s face to register a moment of shock, "As your ex-husband, it’s only right that I catch up with you during your rare return."
At his words, Elly couldn’t help but curse inwardly: This man is shameless beyond belief.
"I’ve never heard that ex-husbands need to catch up with their ex-wives."
Having said that, she turned and walked inside, quickening her pace subconsciously at the thought of Adam bringing up their son.
Seeing that Adam wasn’t following her, she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the elevator.
After returning to her room, she organized her luggage and took her bathrobe to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, the front desk clerk looked troubled as he faced the tall and handsome man, frowning.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Jones, but we can’t just give out a guest’s room key."
The clerk, looking at Adam’s slightly stern face, felt somewhat intimidated, but due to his obligation to protect the guests, he still couldn’t give out the key.
Even though he knew that this man before him was not someone to be trifled with.
Despite showing no sign of annoyance, Adam suppressed his impatience, pulled out his phone, found a photo in his album, and showed it to the clerk, "My wife."
The clerk glanced at the photo on Adam’s phone, a marriage license picture, with obvious surprise on his face.
Had President Jones gotten married?
This question flashed through his mind, but he didn’t dare ask it aloud.
But since the guest was Mrs. Jones, he naturally had no reason to stop him, especially since he had seen the two of them come down from the taxi together.
Mr. Jones hadn’t gone upstairs with his wife, presumably because he was held up by something.
Immediately after, the clerk apologized repeatedly before handing over the key card to Adam, "I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Jones."
Just then, the hotel lobby manager, having gotten the news, hurried over, "President Jones, you’re here."
"If there’s anything you need to be taken care of, let me do it for you," the lobby manager said with an exceedingly ingratiating manner.
Adam glanced at the manager and said indifferently, "I’m going upstairs to find my wife. Would you do that for me?"
The lobby manager’s flattering smile suddenly stiffened, and he quickly shook his head, "I wouldn’t dare, President Jones, please, this way. I hadn’t realized the lady was staying at our hotel, my sincerest apologies for any oversight."
Adam wasn’t interested in the lobby manager’s flattery and made his way to the elevator. Once he saw Adam step inside, the manager breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the front desk, and said sternly, "You didn’t offend President Jones, did you?"
"Just... just now President Jones wanted the room key for an upstairs guest, and I... I didn’t give it to him,"
the front desk clerk stammered.
The lobby manager looked at him with exasperation, pointing at the clerk, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Mr. Jones is our big boss, and you’re stopping him here, do you still want your job?"
The front desk clerk paled, not daring to respond.
Yet he thought: Even if the big boss himself comes, we still can’t just hand out keys to the guests’ rooms.