Even now, she was eagerly awaiting news of Adam Jones’s death so she could divide her son’s inheritance.
Edward Gresia looked at Adam Jones and couldn’t help but feel pity for the man, whose father had passed away, and whose mother only thought about claiming his inheritance.
At this moment, Adam Jones had no idea that he was being pitied by someone he considered beneath him.
Adam had learned something about that woman from Elly Campbell as well.
He had no memory of that woman, nor any fondness for her, except for the knowledge that she was his biological mother; he felt nothing else.
If he had any memories of the time, he would feel a hint of disgust toward that woman. Now, to him, she was merely a stranger he held in no regard.
Elly Campbell had not told him about other bizarre things that Mrs. Thompson had done; he naturally didn’t know that the woman had once tried to scheme his wife into sleeping with another man. Otherwise, he would not simply disregard her as a stranger.
Edward Gresia was a bit embarrassed and at a loss by the direct question Adam Jones asked him.
Especially since, even with all the right conditions, he couldn’t surpass Adam’s wife, which was a joke in itself.
Before Adam Jones’s mishap, Edward Gresia was somewhat afraid of him; now that Adam had returned, he naturally didn’t dare to strut around.
"President Jones, why would I be unhappy about what you’ve said? Seeing you return safely, I am barely able to express how happy I am."
Adam Jones didn’t know Edward Gresia well, but he remembered one thing: anyone his wife disliked was definitely a bad person, and that was enough.
He didn’t feign cordiality with Edward Gresia. Seeing his forced smile, he calmly withdrew his gaze.
"President Jones, now that you’re back, I’d like to discuss a matter with you."
"The Jones’s stock price has plummeted. Mrs. Jones conducted a financing for the company, but the financing company, which is quite mysterious, has never shown its stakeholders, which inevitably leads us to speculate..."
Edward Gresia carefully glanced at Adam Jones, stopping just short of saying that Elly Campbell intended to deceive shareholders out of their shares.
Adam Jones could easily hear the divisive intent in Robert Green’s words; his gaze turned colder.
He placed his pen on the table and, looking straight at Edward Gresia without disguising the sharpness in his eyes, asked:
"At the time of the financing, did my wife make the decision alone?"
As he asked, Adam Jones’s gaze swept over the other shareholders as well.
On receiving Adam Jones’s gaze, these shareholders immediately lowered their heads, none of them responding first.
Seeing the shareholders remain silent, just like Edward Gresia, in suspicion of the legitimacy of the financing company Elly Campbell found,
he pushed up his glasses and said, "No, President, it was decided by a vote among the shareholders."
A hint of sarcasm appeared on Adam Jones’s face, "So, did this financing company not provide us with funding?"
The shareholders lowered their heads even more.
Adam Jones did not have the patience to wait for their answer and continued in an indifferent tone:
"If not, is there a problem with this company’s system?"
The shareholders remained silent.
"Or perhaps, is there a regulation stating that the financing company’s representative must be present at the company?"
Even fewer people responded then.
Who wouldn’t want to manage their own company and avoid outside interference?