Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 237. You are heartless, you are cruel, you are unreasonable_1

Chapter 237: 237. You are heartless, you are cruel, you are unreasonable_1

Just as he was about to pick up the phone to make a call, a figure suddenly burst in front of him, accompanied by a nauseatingly sweet voice, "Adam, I’m here."

The look on Adam Jones’s face turned even darker, and his furrowed brows generously conveyed his deep-seated disgust.

"If you talk to me in that madam’s tone again, watch out I might castrate you."

The man in front of him had the face of an angel, a head of slightly curly brown hair, fair skin, and extremely delicate features. When he smiled, he revealed two symmetric little canines and had deep dimples on either side of his cheeks.

Just looking at that facade was a treat to the eyes.

Those unaware might mistake him for a popular idol star in the current entertainment industry; indeed, many talent scouts had approached him but were all scared off by his finicky temperament.

And who would have thought that this seemingly harmless puppy-like young man was actually 28 years old, and a quite famous scientist both domestically and internationally.

That is, Nathan Stewart—the so-called adolescent-disease-stricken researcher described by Elly Campbell.

"Big brother Adam is so heartless, so cold, and so unreasonable, you get fierce the moment we meet," he said.

Adam Jones: "..."

He lifted his hand, barely tolerating it, and grabbed Nathan Stewart by the shoulders, the corners of his lips curling up coldly, "Do you want me to be even colder and more heartless?"

Instantly, Nathan Stewart’s face contorted in pain, he frowned, and begged pitifully, "I was wrong, brother Adam, I was wrong, let go, let go!"

Adam Jones actually had pressing matters to discuss with him, so after he calmed down, Adam released his hands and said in a deep voice, "What is the actual situation with Brayman?"

Nathan Stewart, while rubbing the shoulder that Adam had nearly crushed, looked at him with aggrieved lips, resembling a little wife bullied by a lousy man.

Adam Jones found his act intolerable; his expression darkened further, and Nathan Stewart immediately quieted down, saying,

"What else could it be? It must be those shameless thieves of the Glory Group who stole my research results."

As he spoke, he suddenly slammed his palm down on the table, his expression fiercely cute, "Those maggots dare to steal my research, I’ll see them dead."

Adam Jones took a small sip of the coffee in front of him and glanced at him with cold eyes, saying, "How prepared are you?"

"Prepared? The core technology theft is the company’s business; I’m only responsible for helping with the R&D. It’s none of my business."

Just a moment ago, Nathan Stewart was acting all fierce about killing those maggots, but now he was pretending the issue had nothing to do with him.

The expression on Adam Jones’s face became even more grim than before.

He hated conversing with this adolescent-disease-infected person, who never got to the point. But this time, he needed to find out more and could only get it from him, so he had to patiently ask, "Didn’t you say on the phone this morning that you were doing something important? What were you doing?"

"Sleeping, of course!"

After the matter-of-fact reply, the private room of the café was filled with Nathan Stewart’s cries of pain, "I was wrong, brother, I was wrong."

A snort of cold laughter came from Adam Jones. Although his voice was so pleasant to hear, to Nathan Stewart at that moment, it was like the summoning of Lord Yama, ready to chop him up and feed him to the dogs with one wrong word.

Adam Jones looked at him with a chill gaze. He couldn’t believe that he had thought Nathan Stewart was helping Elly Campbell clean up a mess this morning after hearing his exasperated roar about being busy with something important—only to find out that the guy had actually been sleeping.

And he dared to claim it so confidently.