The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 668 - 709: Shade Jervois Gives Flowers

Ten or so years... Is it ten years, or nineteen? Aaron Faber figured that in another ten years or so, he would be old. When he was old, Samara would still be young and tender, in the bloom of her youth. Would he still have a chance then? Thinking of this, Aaron pushed his computer aside. He’d heard that prolonged exposure to computer radiation could cause premature skin aging, so he resolved to stay away from computers in the future.

"001, where’s that anti-aging mask of yours? Save some for me!"

「...」

The moment Shade Jervois set foot on the island, he sensed danger. His intuition for danger had been honed by countless perilous encounters. He carefully observed his surroundings and, from a distance, saw someone on an Observation Deck of the Castle aiming a gun at him.

Fearlessly, Shade walked over.

This was the first time Shade Jervois had entered Unnamed Island through the main gate, despite his many visits. Samara disliked people climbing over walls. She always said that one should enter another’s home through the front door. Alright, I’ll use the front door then, he decided.

"Who are you?" the Guard asked.

"Jervois!"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Samara! And... Curly!"

"What’s the matter?"

Shade Jervois’s patience wore thin. "None of your fucking business!" he retorted.

The Guard said dutifully, "A dangerous individual has infiltrated the island. It’s currently under lockdown, and we’re following orders. How do we know you’re not Night Owl?"

"Night Owl is my brother. I’m Jervois. I’m looking for Samara. Open the door!"

Shade Jervois looked at the smoking man. Seeing he had no intention of opening the door, Shade Jervois figured it would be better to climb the wall after all. Samara would understand, he thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to use the main entrance; it was simply that the door wouldn’t open.

Shade Jervois hadn’t walked more than fifty meters when the gate creaked open. "Hey, the one with the roses! Don’t go! Our Sixth Master wants to see you."

Shade Jervois stopped. He looked at the man who had just barred his entry and was now inviting him in, as if staring at an idiot.

The sturdy iron gate was open, and the man yelled to him, "Hey! Are you coming in or not? If not, I’m closing it!"

Of course, Shade Jervois wanted to go in; he still had to see Samara. Clutching the roses, he strode confidently inside. After he entered, the heavy iron gate swung shut behind him.

"Is there something wrong with your head?" Shade Jervois tilted his head back, looking up at the man on the Watchtower, and asked impassively.

"There’s something wrong with *your* head!" the man retorted.

"Yeah, there is something wrong with my head," Shade Jervois conceded.

He glanced at his brand-new clothes. If I fight this guy, my clothes will get dirty, he thought. So, he decided to swallow his anger and let the man with the "problematic brain" off the hook for now.

The man on the Watchtower rubbed his own head and muttered under his breath, "Idiot."

「...」

The path to the Castle was indeed more heavily guarded than before. As Shade Jervois walked from the main gate toward the Castle, he frequently felt wary eyes on him.

Once inside the Castle, he immediately went to find Samara. He wanted to give her the roses he was holding.

He’d heard that women liked flowers, especially roses. Roses symbolized love, and men and women needed love to get married. Although he had no idea what that ’love’ thing really was, he knew he wanted to marry Samara. If he married Samara, he’d have delicious food every day and never go hungry again.

"Jervois, wait!" Walter Klein called out as he came downstairs, intercepting Shade Jervois on the landing. Shade Jervois ignored him, intent on finding Samara.

"Jervois, Sixth Master wants to see you. Please come with me. It won’t take much of your time."

"The flowers will wilt."

"They won’t wilt in just a little while."

"Move!" Shade Jervois insisted on delivering the flowers to Samara. Seeing Walter Klein persistently blocking his path, an annoyance, Shade Jervois grew angry, drew his gun, and aimed it at Walter’s forehead.

"Don’t! Don’t shoot! We can talk this over!" Walter Klein raised his hands in surrender. Even if this man only has the IQ of a five-year-old, his martial arts skills are definitely enough to kill me easily, he thought.

"Move!"

"Alright."

Walter Klein quickly stepped aside, clearing the way for Shade Jervois. Only then did Shade Jervois holster his gun. Cradling the flowers, he headed upstairs.

Walter Klein wiped his forehead. The cold sensation of the gun barrel against his skin still lingered. He saw Shade Jervois disappear onto the second-floor landing and quickly followed.

Shade Jervois stood at Samara’s door, knocking.

"Samara, open up! It’s Jervois!"

"..."

"I brought you flowers! Roses!"

KNOCK, KNOCK...

Shade Jervois knocked for a long time, but no one answered. He stood by the door for a moment, then suddenly turned and asked Walter Klein, who was trailing him, "Where’s Samara?"

"I don’t know either."

Still holding the flowers, Shade Jervois went to find Curly. He knew Samara and Curly were very close. If Samara wasn’t in her room, she was probably with Curly.

Just then, Walter Klein answered a call. He then called out to Shade Jervois, "Jervois, I know where Samara is!"

Shade Jervois stopped, turned to look at him, and said curtly, "Lead the way!"

Not daring to comment on the man’s rudeness, Walter Klein walked ahead to lead the way.

Meanwhile, Samara and Sienna Johnson were in the conservatory on the terrace. Adrian Desmond was there too, awaiting Shade Jervois’s arrival. No one on the island could remove the shackle on Sienna Johnson’s ankle, so Adrian Desmond was pinning his hopes on Shade Jervois. After all, Shade Jervois was from Death Island. Who knew if he had encountered such a device before—an eavesdropping bug disguised to be like a human-portable bomb?

"Samara, do you know what to say later?" Adrian Desmond asked.

Samara nodded repeatedly. She glanced at her sister’s shackle and stood there tensely.

Sienna Johnson nudged Adrian Desmond’s arm and smiled. "She’s a bit timid. Don’t frighten her."

"I’m not afraid!" Samara said firmly, her eyes conveying to her sister: I will definitely complete this task.

Because the shackle had a listening device, they couldn’t speak openly about many things. "Sister, I’ll go check if the cake in the kitchen is ready," Samara said, finding an excuse to leave.

As Samara came out of the conservatory on the terrace and headed downstairs, she bumped right into Shade Jervois.

Upon seeing Samara, Shade Jervois thrust the flowers he was holding into her hands. "Flowers. For you!"

Samara smiled at him. "I made Sileria Roasted Duck today. Would you like some?"

"Yes!"

The prospect of delicious food made Shade Jervois’s eyes light up. Samara glanced at Walter Klein, who nodded back at her. She took a deep breath and said to Shade Jervois, "Then let’s go to the kitchen, okay?"

"Go!"

Clutching the roses, which felt like a hot potato in her hands, Samara nervously led Shade Jervois to the kitchen. Being naturally timid, Samara was a little afraid of Shade Jervois.

However, her sister and brother-in-law needed her help. Even if it meant facing a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, Samara would summon her courage.

Seeing the roses in Samara’s hands, Aaron Faber felt a fire ignite in his eyes. He had never given roses to Samara himself! That idiot!