But due to her sudden movement, her arm, pierced by a dagger, was yanked painfully, causing her eyebrows to wrinkle abruptly as she voiced her pain.
Her gaze, carrying a hint of pitifulness, turned toward the man who was leisurely leaning on the sofa, his expression deep and solemn.
Seeing Adam Jones’s sharp glance sweep over her, his handsome brows moved slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Lynn Clark couldn’t discern whether Adam’s tone conveyed delight or anger, but she wouldn’t miss such a perfect opportunity to earn sympathy. She pursed her lips, nodded, and said in a low voice:
"It does hurt a bit, those people were far too merciless."
The latter part of her sentence carried a hint of coquettish complaint that made Robert Green, standing next to Adam Jones, involuntarily twitch in the corner of his eye.
What time was it to still dare to act coy in front of their "Iron Man" president?
Did she think she was their wife and just a few flirtatious gestures would soften this iron-clad straight man’s legs? Ha!
Robert Green inwardly sneered at Lynn Clark, but his face remained a picture of integrity.
Adam Jones’s lips curved slightly, his eyes emitting even more chill as he said, "No matter."
With that, he gave Robert Green a look, and Robert immediately took the cue, turning to the bodyguards and saying, "Bring the people up."
Lynn Clark still didn’t know what had happened, but upon hearing Robert Green’s order to bring the people up, her unease intensified.
The black-clad bodyguards left for a moment and soon threw in three men with battered faces from outside the door, startling Lynn Clark into a shriek.
"Mr. Jones, they... they are..."
Lynn Clark turned pale with fright, her face filled with terror as she looked at Adam Jones. Seeing Adam’s cold gaze scan over those men before settling on her,
"I’ve brought you the men who injured you. How would you like to deal with them?"
Hearing Adam’s words, Lynn Clark shuddered, and upon closer inspection, though their faces were too swollen to be recognized, she could faintly make out who they were.
They were the same men who had tried to forcibly take William Campbell from the kindergarten earlier that day.
The blood drained from Lynn Clark’s face in an instant.
"Miss Clark, say something, please. Miss Clark, we did this following your orders," pleaded the men on the ground, spotting Lynn as if she were their savior, begging her as she stepped back several paces in fear.
Her gaze flickered nervously to Adam, sitting on the sofa, as she shook her head continuously:
"Mr. Jones, don’t listen to their nonsense; I don’t know them. I truly don’t, they’re deliberately trying to frame me, I don’t recognize them..."
Lynn Clark trembled with fear.
"You don’t recognize them?"
The coldness pooling in Adam’s eyes intensified, "They stabbed through your arm with a dagger, and you don’t know them?"
Though Adam’s tone was not at all harsh, even seemed light as if he were making idle chatter, Lynn somehow heard a hidden murderous intent in that indifference.
"Since you don’t know how to deal with them, let me give you a suggestion: sever their tendons," he said lightly.
The ruthless, merciless words were spoken so casually that no one dared doubt their veracity.
Lynn Clark’s legs gave out with fright, nearly causing her to collapse.
The men on the ground were even more frightened, pleading continuously, "No, please don’t sever our tendons, this woman paid us to take away that child, we were just paid to do a job..."