FakeNovelChapter 362: 362. What did you find_1 Hearing these familiar words, the glass Adam Jones was holding nearly shattered in his grasp.
This time, it wasn't the memories of the past that filled him with rage and embarrassment, but rather, a strong sense of fear suddenly took root in his heart as he watched Elly Campbell calmly pose the question.
"What have you found out?" Elly Campbell asked again, her demeanor exceedingly patient, but besides her gentle patience, Adam Jones could see nothing else, and the more this was the case, the more panicked he felt inside.
He always felt that struth was emerging from its cocoon.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe moved his lips, only to realize how hoarse his voice was. Many words were stuck in his throat, unable to surface or sink down.
"Adam Jones." Elly Campbell quietly looked at him, those clear eyes suddenly resembling an unfathomable deep pool, stirring even greater panic within Adam Jones.
Seeing Elly Campbell's lips curve up slightly and her beautiful brows twitch, Adam Jones sat in front of her like a convict awaiting his death sentence.
Adam Jones had never felt such fear before, even when Elly Campbell hadn't said a word, the pervasive dread had completely overwhelmed him.
"The year you cto call off our engagement at my house and how you treatedduring the wedding, wasn't it all because of what happened eight years ago?" Elly Campbell's tone remained very calm, so gentle that there wasn't the slightest hint of interrogation, but her gaze was incredibly cold.
"Tell me, what have you found out?" She leaned back lazily in her chair, looking down on him like someone of high status, "I know you're not so foolish as to believe whatever that mistress Sophie Baker says, so share withwhat you've discovered." Adam Jones's throat was still choking, and it hurt.
In fact, he had long realized that he was not eager to know the truth about what happened eight years ago, but he was acutely aware that he had made a very foolish and unforgivable mistake.
"Stop asking, Elly." He looked at her with a hoarse voice and pleading eyes into her indifferent eyes.
Each additional question was a repeat torture on his heart.
"Adam Jones, don't I even have the right to an explanation?" Her gaze was so sharp it felt threatening, making Adam Jones feel like he had nowhere to hide.
After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "Fine, I'll talk." Elly Campbell didn't speak, just quietly watched him. That gaze, seemingly gentle and free of malice, sliced through Adam Jones as if his entire being had been flayed.
"That year I attended a charity dinner hosted by the President's Office, and someone spiked my drink with a drug that leftpowerless..."
Elly Campbell nodded; Harry Hall had told her this, and it wasn't Adam Jones's fault for being careless. The ve charity dinner hosted by the President's Office was attended by very important people, and security was extremely tight. In such circumstances, nobody would expect someone to dare to drug their drink, so it wasn't strange that Adam Jones fell victim.
"The effects of the drug started after the charity dinner had ended, I cout of the restroom and was kidnapped." At this moment, Adam Jones was remarkably calm when speaking about the incident, as though he were telling someone else's story.
"Even though I'd been drugged and was completely incapacitated, I was still conscious, and I heard your voice..." He paused, his gaze moving to Elly Campbell, "and the conversations you had with those people."
Elly Campbell was startled. She had considered the possibility of exity of om surveillance and the like, but it had En never occurred to her that Adam Jones could have heard her voice.
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