Elly Campbell paused for a moment, rummaged through her bag, and then realized her phone was indeed not there.
When had her phone been stolen?
She furrowed her brow and quickly stepped forward, speaking into William Campbell’s phone, "Sir, thank you for helping me find my phone. There’s a lot of important data stored on it. Please return it to me, and I’ll reward you handsomely."
As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar sneering laughter came through the phone, "Do you think I care about your money?"
Elly Campbell was taken aback, then her expression darkened, "Adam Jones?"
The phone had ended up in his car?
Elly Campbell’s brow wrinkled with irritation.
Her tone naturally lost the courtesy she had for the "stranger" earlier, "Adam Jones, where are you now? I’ll come to get my phone."
Adam Jones, hearing the instantly chilled voice on the other end of the line, had his smile widen even more.
"Me? Of course, I’m at our home, sweetheart. Come home and I’ll give you your phone."
Elly Campbell couldn’t help but roll her eyes, only to hear Adam Jones continue, "Bring your son along for me to see."
As soon as Adam mentioned her son, Elly Campbell’s face became even grimmer, with a hint of panic in her eyes, "William is my son, what’s it to you to see him? What does he have to do with you?"
Adam Jones, sensing the magnitude of Elly Campbell’s reaction, narrowed his eyes, a bizarre idea flashing through his mind so quickly he couldn’t capture it before it vanished.
"Why be so stingy? I don’t even mind that my wife has greened me, aren’t you a bit touched?"
Even though Adam Jones wasn’t in front of her, Elly Campbell could imagine just how contemptibly smug he looked at this moment.
What had he gone through in these four years that had turned the once cold and emotionless man into someone so shameless?
"Besides, his father is dead. Just come home, and I won’t mind raising him as my own son."
Elly Campbell got so furious at Adam Jones’s words that she unknowingly tightened her grip on her son’s hand, causing little William to cry out in pain, "Elly, you’re hurting me."
It was only then that Elly Campbell came to her senses, realizing she was squeezing her son’s hand as if it was Adam Jones’s.
Elly Campbell quickly apologized and gently massaged William’s wrist. Adam Jones, listening to the mother and son on the other end of the phone, felt the smile on his face deepen.
Just by hearing their conversation, he knew that Elly Campbell, that woman, must have been infuriated by him.
Compared to her usual indifference and the way she ignored him, her grinding her teeth in anger at him actually lifted his spirits.
Elly Campbell didn’t want to waste words with him but she also wanted her phone back, especially since it held countless photos of little William from his birth to the present. It would be disastrous if Adam Jones saw William’s face.
Fortunately, she was in the habit of locking her phone with a password, but that didn’t guarantee that scoundrel Adam wouldn’t stoop low enough to crack the password. After all, for the CEO of Jones, who employed a whole team of technical experts, this wouldn’t be difficult.
After taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and said, "Wait for me, I’m on my way now."
Upon receiving Elly Campbell’s response, Adam Jones, feeling pleased, raised an eyebrow and hung up the phone. Then he said to his driver, "Go home."