The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 678 - 719: Dealing with a Pervert

No worries, time is on his side, and he’ll patiently wait for her to grow up and then win her over.

"Samara, if this really is a success, it’s all thanks to you. You’re such a genius," Aaron Faber praised her without reserve.

Samara forced a shy smile and replied, "I’m not smart, and I didn’t say much. I just mentioned it casually."

What an honest girl.

"You’re a genius!"

Samara’s face turned red like an apple, making Aaron’s heart pound with anticipation. He wished this girl could grow up overnight.

"Sixth Master, would you please remove the anklet from Madam’s foot? I’ll make some improvements to it," Samara said.

The anklet was on Sienna Johnson, so Aaron didn’t dare to remove it recklessly. If he touched the Sixth Master’s woman, would he be able to survive?

On the island, a man was mesmerized by Sienna’s beauty, ogling her and drooling. Adrian Desmond noticed and sent the man straight into the Himakati jungle.

Adrian squatted down, removed the anklet from Sienna’s foot, and handed it back to Aaron Faber.

Aaron passed the anklet to Samara, who held it cautiously as if it were a fragile object.

"Relax, it won’t break. Even if you threw it hard on the ground, it wouldn’t break," Aaron said, laughing at her nervous expression. He then carried the strange device and walked away with Samara.

"Could it really work?"

"Let him try."

At this point, they had no other choice but to try anything they could.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling Sienna. She was now afraid of her phone ringing because it could be Night Owl calling.

Changing her phone number didn’t help, as Night Owl always found her new number.

Sienna picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number. She tossed her phone aside, not intending to answer as the phone continued ringing. Adrian glanced at the phone and asked coldly, "Is it him?"

Sienna nodded.

Adrian answered, irritated, "Night Owl, are you looking for death?"

"I want to talk to Sienna!" Night Owl commanded.

"My wife is busy. And don’t call again! Don’t covet what isn’t yours! Sienna Johnson is my woman!"

Adrian warned him. Now, he could finally understand why Sienna had gotten so angry that day. This man did have an extraordinary ability to drive someone nuts.

"Sienna Johnson, I want you for myself!"

"..."

"Although you’ve been used, which annoys me, it wouldn’t be bad to play with someone else’s wife. I want to plant my seed in her womb and have her bear me a son..."

Night Owl’s voice was arrogant with a dash of a self-centered, domineering attitude that nearly enraged Adrian to death.

Other men weren’t even allowed to look at his wife, but this man was brazenly trying to flirt with her right in front of him. He was asking for death!

"Dream on!"

"Ha... this isn’t a dream."

"..."

"If I weren’t so reluctant to enter a womb that has harbored a dead person, I would have killed the bastard inside Sienna Johnson’s stomach long ago."

Coveting his woman and cursing his son—Night Owl had earned Adrian’s wrath a thousand times over.

"Night Owl, you’ve not only lost your heart but also your mind. I advise you to go to a psychiatric hospital and see a psychiatrist because your brain is sick!" Adrian spat.

Adrian observed Sienna, who wore a nonchalant expression as she lazily leaned back on a deck chair, enjoying the ocean view while eating grapes.

He didn’t worry at all about this woman’s loyalty. She had a cold disposition and wouldn’t fall in love easily. A man would have to give her tremendous love and time to possibly break through her hardened heart. It had taken him many years to make her fall in love with him. Now, he wasn’t alone. He had Curly and their son, and Sienna valued family above all. He wasn’t worried about Night Owl stealing her away. As long as he was faithful to Sienna, even if she stopped loving him, she wouldn’t leave him, for the sake of their child.

His only concern now was Night Owl forcing himself on Sienna. She was smart, but she was fragile under the overwhelming power of a strong force. She wouldn’t stand a chance.

Chewing on a grape, Sienna met Adrian’s scrutinizing, doubtful gaze and threw a grape at him, saying, "What’s on your mind?"

Adrian laughed, "Sienna, your charm is immense; it even attracted a damn pervert this time."

"Then why don’t you kill him? I hate damn perverts the most."

"He even said he wants to take you!"

Sienna snorted dismissively, "Sixth Master, he might be desperate for women. You should go to the red-light district, find him some women to ease his lust. If that doesn’t work, have him go to a psychiatric hospital. Mental illness is also an illness that needs treatment."

"..."

"And remember, when doing good deeds, don’t leave your name!"

"Alright."

Adrian held the phone to his ear, intending to ask Night Owl for his address so he could follow Sienna’s suggestion and find him some women to ease his sexual frustration. But the call had already been disconnected.

"He hung up."

"Mm."

"You’re better at dealing with these damn perverts. Haven’t you encountered them before?" Adrian asked.

"Yes, I have."

"Who? I’ll avenge you?"

"You!" Sienna said, giving him a flirtatious glance, yet her words drove Adrian to distraction.

Adrian stared at her incredulously, feeling wronged. "When was I a pervert?"

"Back then, you saved me, held it against me, confined me to be your secondary wife. I tried to run away, but you caught me, hit me, threw me into a snake’s den... When I didn’t agree to marry you, you held me underwater in a swimming pool, trying to drown me... If that’s not perverted, what is?"

"..."

"Sixth Master, you’re the pervert among perverts!"

Facing her accusations, Adrian touched his nose, feeling somewhat guilty. He had indeed crossed the line back then.

"I’ve never been in love before, so how was I supposed to know how to have a normal relationship with a woman?

All I wanted back then was to keep you by my side, but you kept trying to run away. You think I wouldn’t get angry?"

"And why shouldn’t I run? Should I let myself be imprisoned on this island, to be nothing more than your plaything for the rest of my life?"

"Plaything? I treated you as my woman!"

Sienna glared at him and said resentfully, "Back then, I was just your plaything! If you truly loved me, you would never have treated me like that!"

"Well, wasn’t it your stubbornness that forced me to use such extreme measures? Otherwise, would you have accepted me?" Adrian defended himself.

Sienna held a purple grape in her hand, glanced at him, and said, "A pervert is a pervert. Your excuses are just facades."

"Fine, I am a pervert. I am only perverted towards you, so what?"