Chapter 1033: 1033. Jones is your little treasury Chapter 1033: 1033. Jones is your little treasury Whether it’s the personal friendship between the two or the intertwined interests, the President certainly hopes he can regain his mory.
Adam Jones had no further doubts about this issue and heard Elly Campbell say:
“One week from now, Tony Wilson will hold a charity banquet at the Presidential residence, and Jas Grant will also be present. We’ll be invited by the President to attend the charity banquet, and by then, our attendance will be entirely justified.”
Adam agreed without a second thought, “Alright, I’ll follow your arrangents.”
If Jas Grant really could help him recover his mories, that would indeed be a great thing.
As long as he regained his mories, he wouldn’t seem so passive in everything he did.
Hearing his response, Elly Campbell laughed lightly, “You’ll follow my arrangents? Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell you out?”
“If you want to sell , go ahead. I’m penniless now anyway, and wouldn’t fetch a high price even if you did sell ,”
sighed Adam Jones.
“Oh my! Feeling aggrieved, are we? Do you want to give you back all the properties in my na?”
“No!”
Adam imdiately refused, “When a man becos rich, he turns bad. I’m quite happy being poor right now.”
Elly looked at him, as he earnestly made his claim, and she began to laugh.
The oppressive mood she had been feeling instantly lightened a bit.
The United States, Boston.
This was an independent Chinese-style villa, which both architecturally and in terms of interior design completely embraced traditional Chinese aesthetics.
The villa belonged to Lily Bankston. When she moved to the United States, Adam Jones had specifically had this house built for her.
In the spacious Chinese-style living room, the fragrance of the coffee filled the air, and the white smoke blurred the faces of the two people sitting in front of the table.
“I just don’t understand. You had two chances, yet you let Adam Jones go both tis. What were you thinking?”
The first to speak was a man, his voice sounding sowhat aged.
The woman sitting in front of him was Lily Bankston.
She raised her eyes to look at the man across from her and said with clear disdain:
“It’s nothing. After all, he’s the boy I brought up as my son. How could I have the heart to send him to his death?”
Lily’s words were a mix of truth and lies, but the man opposite her didn’t believe what she said.
After listening to her, he scoffed:
“If that’s the case, then why did you erase his mory?”
Lily paused for a mont in her coffee drinking, glanced at him again, and said:
“Don’t you want Tony Wilson not to continue sitting in the President’s seat? With Adam Jones having lost his mory, he can only listen to . As for the idiot Sophie Baker, use her if she’s useful, kick her to the curb if she’s not; it makes no difference.”
She set down her coffee, saying:
“Isn’t it better to have Adam Jones work for you than to let him die? The vast empire of the Jones family is at stake here; it could all be your treasure vault. What’s there to be dissatisfied about?”
The man’s tone softened a bit after hearing this.
He looked at Lily and said:
“But Adam Jones is no ordinary person, and even without his mories, he still makes one feel uneasy.”
As he said this, he paused, narrowed his eyes, and continued:
“Do you really think that without his mories, Adam Jones will just let you manipulate him?”
When Lily heard this, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows, and her face darkened.
“What? Do you have doubts about my hypnotism skills?”
“That’s not it.”
The man laughed, his face showing a hint of appeasent, “Who would doubt your abilities?”
Seeing Lily’s face ease a little, he continued:
“But Adam Jones isn’t a fool, even with his lost mories. How can you be so sure that he’ll let you manipulate him?”
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