Some people who had never had a face-to-face conversation with Adam Jones couldn’t help but recall the man from the TV and magazines, who always seemed cold and distant, unapproachable like a god, radiating an oppressive aura even through the screen.
He was completely different from the man in front of them, who was shamelessly fawning over his wife and trying to please her in various ways.
If they hadn’t seen that face countless times, had someone pointed at this man and told them he was the head of the leading Jones family, they would never have believed it.
Those who had been hesitating about whether or not to approach him for a chat now felt emboldened upon seeing that Adam Jones was so amiable and easy to get along with in private.
Cam Green, who also stood among several professors, naturally noticed that Adam Jones, rumored to be both ruthless and arrogant, actually appeared quite different in private. His gaze became rather meaningful.
His eyes swept the crowd quietly, but when he didn’t spot his daughter, Cam Green’s brows furrowed without a trace of disturbance.
As his gaze shifted towards Thompson’s direction, where she was engaging warmly with some newly acquainted wealthy ladies, he also noticed that his daughter was not by her side.
Cam Green’s gaze darkened, and he stepped out of the crowd and walked toward Thompson.
Thompson was feeling joyful because Sophia had been put in her place in front of her son, so she was chatting eagerly with these new acquaintances and didn’t notice Cam Green approaching.
However, a lady standing in front of her saw Cam Green approaching from behind Thompson and teased with a smile:
"Mrs. Green and Mister Green are truly deeply in love. They’ve barely been apart for a moment, and Mister Green has already come looking for you."
Upon hearing this, the smile at the corners of Thompson’s mouth stiffened momentarily before she turned around, indeed seeing Cam Green walking towards her.
A flash of joy appeared in her eyes, but she modestly responded, "Mrs. Gresia, you really know how to jest. We’re both of an age now, how can you still make fun of us?"
Though she said this, her eyes looking at Cam Green were unmistakably filled with tender affection.
Add to that Thompson’s naturally beautiful face and well-maintained appearance, she still exuded the charm of a young girl pining for love.
Cam Green had also heard the other ladies’ teasing and kept his composure, maintaining his usual gentle and refined demeanor as he approached Thompson.
After politely greeting the ladies, who understood that Cam Green clearly had something to discuss with Thompson, they found an excuse and left.
The smile at the corner of Thompson’s mouth instantly froze; she knew Cam Green would never come to her on his own initiative—it was indeed to ask about that baggage.
Her heart was displeased, yet she couldn’t show any discontent in front of Cam Green, instead she began:
"Half an hour ago, I saw her approaching my son to talk; I don’t know what they told each other. After Elly Campbell came over, she walked away."
Her ambiguous tone made it clear she had little interest in discussing Sophia further.
Cam Green’s eyebrows knit together without showing his emotions, "Didn’t I ask you to watch her? How could you let her go to see Adam Jones alone?"
The quiet interrogation lowered Thompson’s face further, visibly more upset.
"She’s almost thirty, not three years old. If she wants to find Adam, could I even stop her? Don’t you know how much she detests me as her stepmother? Would she listen to anything I say?"