This Young Master, who had everything handed to him from a young age, taking care of food and clothing without lifting a finger, the thought of the meals he’d cook was beyond her wildest guesses.
"Let’s not bother, let’s go out to eat instead."
Elly Campbell refused Adam Jones’s suggestion without a second thought, then turned to William Campbell and said, "Darling, let’s go out for dinner."
William obediently responded and efficiently put the younger brother into the space capsule, "Bringing along the little brother too."
For some reason, every time Elly heard Adam Jones or William refer to the younger brother as his brother, she felt a bit awkward.
Despite this, she didn’t object to William’s request, and as she reached out to take William’s hand, he dodged her.
"Mommy holds hands with Daddy, William holds the little brother."
Adam Jones, on the other hand, was watching from the side with an amused, yet not quite smiling expression as Elly’s ears turned red without her noticing, giving William an approving look.
This son of his was really catching on.
After William finished speaking, true to his word, he quickly picked up the space capsule and ran to the entrance to put on his shoes, not even sparing a glance at his still-standing parents.
Adam Jones suppressed the amusement in his eyes, walked over to Elly, and tentatively held her hand, "Let’s go."
Lately, Adam Jones would often hold her hand for no particular reason; sometimes Elly didn’t notice and didn’t think much of it, but just now her son had made such a deliberate mention that Elly felt uncomfortable throughout her body.
She quickly withdrew her hand from Adam’s and hurried to the entrance to put on her shoes.
Adam Jones followed with a smile, and the family of three headed towards the elevator.
At this time, during rush hour, quite a few people in the residential community saw the Campbell family of three walking out of the elevator.
William stood in the middle, a space capsule on his back, holding each of his parents’ hands, one on the left and one on the right, hopping and skipping towards the exit of the complex, his delicate little face full of exuberance.
Adam Jones’s face, often seen in financial magazines, coupled with his handsome looks that could outshine entertainment industry idols, was recognized by quite a few passersby in the neighborhood.
Looking at the little boy who looked almost identical to him, it was obvious to anyone perceptive that he was indeed Adam Jones’s son.
My God, even Adam Jones had a child, that Twitter Hot Search rumor a few months ago was actually true.
The father and son pair in the amusement park was indeed Adam Jones and his son.
The onlookers shifted their gaze to Elly Campbell, the woman held by William’s other hand.
This woman was very beautiful, capable of drawing people’s eyes just by walking on the street.
People accustomed to seeing her in the complex usually only saw her with her son, and privately, many speculated she might be a mistress maintained by some wealthy man, but never imagined that this wealthy man would turn out to be President Jones of the Jones corporation.
The men were rather indifferent, but the women looked at Elly with a range of complex emotions.
Some were envious, others jealous, but most of them scorned, looking down on a woman who became a mistress.
Yet at the same time, they thought she was incredibly fortunate; among the multitude of women who became mistresses, not everyone had the capability to become Adam Jones’s mistress.
And then there was that illegitimate child...
Even if the identity of an illegitimate child wasn’t something to flaunt, he was still Adam Jones’s illegitimate child, a status not easily matched by common folk.
In this world, who wouldn’t want to kneel before Adam Jones and call him Daddy?