"She might be your daughter, but she’s firstly my wife, Adam Jones’s wife. Don’t get your priorities mixed up."
Adam Jones’s gaze suddenly turned ice-cold, and the harshness that burst from his eyes scared James Campbell into a pupil contraction.
Yet he stubbornly stood his ground, retorting with a sneer, "Your wife? Didn’t you two get a divorce?"
"Divorced she might be, but she’s still my ex-wife!"
The corners of Adam Jones’s mouth remained curved in a smile, a smile that did not reach his eyes, only a terrifying frost enveloping his deep black pupils, "Anything that’s connected to me is off-limits to you, understand?"
James Campbell clenched his fists tightly, intimidated by his icy glare into a gradual retreat. After struggling a few times, he didn’t dare utter a sound and turned to walk away, tail between his legs.
Elly Campbell hadn’t expected Adam Jones to specially call out to James Campbell just to say that. A hint of surprise tinted her eyes, but beyond that, no other expression was present.
Soon, even that trace of surprise was concealed by her. She approached Adam Jones and said, "Thank you for speaking up for me just now, but this is between James Campbell and me, and I can handle it myself."
She was now barely managing to coexist peacefully with Adam Jones, solely because he had agreed to let William Campbell stay with her a little longer.
But that didn’t mean she was willing to get more entangled with Adam Jones.
Or rather, she wasn’t about to forever grovel in front of Adam Jones just because he had agreed to her request.
Only if she could lift herself to a position even Adam Jones couldn’t touch, would she not be so passive, and her son would forever belong to her.
Upon hearing Elly Campbell’s clearly distant words, Adam Jones’s brows abruptly knotted, the coldness in his eyes fading, replaced by a touch of displeasure.
"I know you have your capabilities, and I won’t interfere with your matters."
His voice was contained as he reached out and opened the car door beside him, "But that doesn’t mean I can just stand by and let others bully my wife without seeing it."
Elly Campbell was taken aback, about to say "I’m no longer your wife," but Adam Jones, as if anticipating her response, curtly cut her off with two words, "Get in."
Elly Campbell felt a bit unwilling, and then she heard Adam Jones say, "I have a bit of a headache, you help me deal with some matters at the company."
Elly instinctively wanted to refuse, her gaze shifting directly to Robert Green, "Can’t Assistant Baker handle it?"
Adam’s gaze drifted over to Robert Green beside them, and the barely narrowed eyes held a sliver of dangerous warning.
"He made a mistake and I’ve sent him to the mail room."
Aide Baker, completely unaware of what he had done wrong, was shocked: "!!!"
Innocent! Pitiable! Helpless!
Although Robert Green felt he was truly innocent, upon receiving the warning look from his boss, he dutifully spoke up:
"Madam, the mistake I made is severe, and the president’s punishment is justified. Please, for the sake of the president’s injury, help him out."
As he spoke, Robert Green quietly gestured a plea to Elly Campbell.
Elly’s gaze swept over Adam Jones’s "weak" face and Robert Green’s pleading face before she pursed her lips.
What is this master and servant pair up to?
After hesitating for a while, Elly Campbell still nodded her agreement, as after all, Adam’s injury occurred while he was saving her, so helping him out was not too big of an ask.
Seeing Elly nod, Adam Jones broke into a grin, "Get in."