"So, you chose to go after my wife because of me?"
Adam Jones raised an eyebrow.
"Yes... Yes, Mr. Jones, I truly like you. I don’t ask for any status; I just want to stay by your side and serve you. Even being a mistress would be fine with me," she said.
Lynn Clark thought she had humbled herself enough by being willing to be a mistress, hoping that even if Adam was unwilling, at least he would be softened by her plight and let her off the hook.
Unfortunately, she gravely underestimated how stone-hearted Adam Jones could be.
"Mistress? What part of you do you think would appeal to me? Are you not ugly, poor, and dumb?"
His boss, truly a diamond!
However, Robert Green thought his boss wasn’t wrong. Their lady was more beautiful, more intelligent, and wealthier than her. His boss would have to be blind not to choose his wife over a woman with impure motives and a foolish mind.
Lynn Clark had originally thought that upon seeing her in such a state, a beautiful and pitiful woman baring her soul to him, he would surely soften.
But unexpectedly, he was not only unsoftened, he even uttered such humiliating words.
She looked at Adam Jones in disbelief, as the coldness in his eyes, like that of Lord Yama, drained all the color from her face.
She had no idea that the women around Adam Jones, all coveting her position, were far superior to her, Lynn Clark. What made her think that Adam would overlook them and choose her instead?
"Or... do you think that after you messed with my wife and son behind my back, I would mercifully let you go?"
As these words were spoken, the chilling aura in Adam Jones’s eyes intensified.
If he let this woman go, his wife could turn around and divorce him again.
He had gone to great lengths to woo back half a wife; there was no way he could allow her to be unhappy again.
Thinking this, Adam made up his mind to hurry back and finalize the reconciliation process, to prevent some indecent outsider from seducing his wife away.
Lynn Clark, seeing almost no mercy in Adam Jones’s murderous gaze, trembled even more violently with fear.
Now, no longer deluding herself that her beauty could attract Adam, she only hoped he would spare her.
With this thought, she knelt before Adam Jones, continually kowtowing, "Mr. Jones, I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake. Please, for the time I spent caring for William, spare me this once?"
"You dare mention William??"
Adam Jones squinted his eyes, deepening the icy chill within them.
"My wife hired you to take care of William, and she paid you a salary. We owe you nothing. But today, you use my son to gain sympathy, hoping for a death more tragic, is that it?"
Adam Jones rose from the sofa, looking down at the woman crying and begging at his feet, a smile tugging at his lips that did not reach his eyes.
He stepped directly onto her injured arm, causing Lynn Clark to cry out instinctively in agonizing pain, "Ah!!!!!"
"It hurts... Mr. Jones, please let me go this... this time..."
Lynn Clark was sweating from the pain, and the fear in her eyes even surpassed facing Lord Yama himself.
"That hurts already? You probably don’t know what real pain is. Since you’re so fond of that arm, let me help you with it."
Having said that, he withdrew his foot from Lynn Clark’s arm and glanced at Robert Green, "I’ll leave this to you."