"You’re talking nonsense, you’re talking nonsense!"
Lynn Clark screamed in terror, no longer caring about the wound on her arm, she rushed forward to cover that person’s mouth, completely losing her reason in fear.
"Mr. Jones, please don’t believe them, they must have set me up when they saw me save William Campbell, Mr. Jones, you believe me..."
Adam Jones paid her no attention, instead looking at the men on the ground with a gaze as if they were dead, signaling them with his eyes.
The bodyguard understood, took out a dagger, and in front of Lynn Clark, effortlessly severed the tendons of those men’s hands.
Lynn Clark’s scream, accompanied by the chilling screams of those men, reverberated through the living room.
Only Adam Jones maintained a cold and indifferent attitude from beginning to end, not even batting an eyelid while committing such ruthless acts.
After dealing with the situation, Robert Green ordered the men to be taken away from Lynn Clark’s home.
Lynn Clark collapsed to the floor, terrified. Looking at Adam Jones’s relatively gentle eyes, she crawled on her knees in front of him, attempting to cling to his leg, only to be kicked away by Adam Jones.
The injury on her arm tore open, causing her whole body to tremble in pain, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less about the pain, tearfully begging Adam Jones, saying:
"Mr. Jones, I really don’t know them, they must be trying to frame me, I’ve been with William Campbell for so long, I have feelings for him, how could I possibly hurt him, Mr. Jones, you believe me..."
Just at that moment, a man was thrown into the room by a black-clad bodyguard. He wore black-framed glasses, a light grey jacket, and his slightly long hair was a bit greasy, as if he hadn’t washed it in a while.
When he was brought in, there was still some defiance on his face. Upon meeting Adam Jones’s gaze, he was first intimidated by his aura, his eyes briefly shrinking in fear, but soon, that fear vanished.
"What are you dragging me here for?"
Standing to the side, Robert Green spoke coldly, "The post accusing our President’s wife on the internet, that was you who posted it, wasn’t it?"
The man paused, his eyes shifting in surprise to the woman crying on the floor, then to Adam Jones sitting on the sofa, astonished, he said:
"Aren’t you Lynn’s boyfriend? How come you have a wife now?"
Upon hearing these three words, Adam Jones’s cold eyes narrowed, an intense loathing clearly visible in his gaze.
"What about her do you think would catch my eye?"
In Adam Jones’s icy tone, a terrifying fury was suppressed, his glance sweeping over Lynn Clark’s pale face, startling her into a sudden shudder.
Although the man was naive, he wasn’t stupid. From Adam Jones’s tone, he could sense something, and he looked incredulously at the woman trembling on the ground.
"Lynn, you... didn’t you tell me that the woman from the Brayman Group broke up you and Adam Jones, destroying your relationship? How... how could you lie to me ?"
Standing to the side, Robert Green, who had originally been maintaining an aloof demeanor like his boss, couldn’t help but snort with laughter.
"Our President’s legally wed wife, the other woman in Miss Clark’s relationship with our President?"
At this point, Lynn Clark was petrified with fear, never expecting Adam Jones to dig up even this person.
Once they found him, they would trace the post on the internet and examine any interactions between the two, then everything would be over.