The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 713 - 754: Go Through the Dog Hole

"...Today is my 60th birthday. I really never thought I would live to be this old..."

"..."

"First, I would like to thank all of you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend my birthday banquet. I am genuinely thrilled... thrilled that all of you have shown me, Elliot Carpenter, this respect..."

Where there are women, there is gossip. While Elliot Carpenter spoke passionately onstage, the women below were far more interested in his resurrection. In fact, Sienna Johnson was quite curious as well.

In her purse, she had hair samples from both Elliot Carpenter and Melanie Carpenter. Soon, she would know whether this Elliot Carpenter was real or fake...

A smile touched her lips, her eyes meeting Elliot’s. He also smiled at her, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was a challenging one, as if to say, "Let’s wait and see."

Wait and see? Then let’s do just that.

"How did he manage to come back to life?" a woman beside Sienna Johnson whispered to another.

"Who knows? But it’s interesting. When I was a little girl, my father took me to Mr. Carpenter’s funeral, and today my husband brought me to Mr. Carpenter’s birthday banquet."

"Interesting? I would find it terrifying! To see someone buried and then suddenly alive and speaking... it’s scary just thinking about it."

"That’s true. I hope I don’t have nightmares tonight."

"Hey, look, why does Melanie Carpenter’s face look a bit swollen?"

"Yes, it looks like someone hit her."

"Who hit her?"

"I don’t know."

"It seems we arrived late today; we must have missed a lot."

"No worries. Mrs. Powell is here too. With that big mouth of hers, nothing stays secret for long."

Sienna listened to the two women talking, completely unaware of what Elliot Carpenter was saying on stage.

Elliot Carpenter spoke for a full half hour before he finally stopped.

Music began to play, and Adrian Desmond, accompanied by his son and daughter, cut the cake, presenting a picture of warmth and happiness.

By now, not only had Curly not returned, but Adrian Desmond was also nowhere to be seen. Sienna Johnson started to grow anxious. The Carpenter estate wasn’t small, but it definitely shouldn’t take this long to find a child.

What on earth happened to Curly?

Without any news of her daughter, Sienna grew increasingly uneasy, her composed facade starting to crack.

Rosie Cooper returned. Sienna Johnson looked behind her; Rosie was alone. Sienna’s heart sank, and panic began to set in.

"Madam..."

"Where’s Curly? Where’s Adrian Desmond?" Sienna asked directly.

Rosie Cooper avoided Sienna’s sharp gaze and said quietly, "We’re still looking."

"Still looking"... That meant she was really lost.

"How long have you been looking?"

"About half an hour."

"How big is the Carpenter estate that you can search for half an hour and still not find anyone?" Sienna demanded.

Rosie Cooper lowered her head, enduring Sienna’s anger.

"Where is Sixth Master?"

"Sixth Master is trying to contact Curly’s bodyguard, but the Carpenters have activated signal jammers, so the calls aren’t going through."

"What about George? Wasn’t George with Curly?"

"No. I asked him. He said he was chasing Curly, and then he just lost sight of her..."

That George... honestly...

Sienna was somewhat angry with George. If he hadn’t chased Curly today, she wouldn’t have run off alone.

"Madam, Curly hasn’t left the Carpenter Estate. We’ll find her soon."

"The Carpenter Estate is only so big, not even as large as Desmond Manor. You’ve been searching for half an hour and still haven’t found her. How do you expect me to remain calm?"

Rosie Cooper didn’t know how to respond.

Sienna Johnson was worried about Curly, and also about her sister, Lorie Cooper. Sienna had asked Lorie to chase after Curly. If something happened to Curly, she feared Lorie would be blamed.

"I can take care of myself. You go help with the search too."

"Yes, Madam."

Finding Curly was the most important thing now.

Sienna Johnson furrowed her brows, gazing at the Carpenter family on stage. Her heart clenched painfully as her gaze landed on Melanie Carpenter.

How could Curly have gotten lost?

「Half an hour ago.」

"Curly, don’t run..."

Curly weaved through the crowd. Being small, she darted through the people like a little fish, running very fast, with George chasing closely behind her.

"Curly! It’s me, George!"

I know it’s you, George! That’s why I’m running!

A servant approached, carrying a tray laden with tall glasses of dark red wine. Curly dashed towards him and nearly knocked all the glasses off his tray.

"Whoa, whoa! Little ones shouldn’t run around... It’s too dangerous!" the servant exclaimed, hastily steadying the tray with both hands, just managing to prevent the glasses from falling.

"Curly! Stop running!" George yelled from behind.

"Aah!"

The servant had just dodged Curly and was still trying to regain his balance when George rushed past. The servant’s hand jerked, the tray tilted, and the wine glasses on it fell to the ground, shattering with a loud CRASH!

"You... Whose children are you?!"

The servant grabbed George by the collar of his suit, lifting him up. George had been just about to catch Curly, but now, abruptly stopped, he could only watch helplessly as she ran further away.

George saw a flash of red—Curly’s dress—disappear around a corner, and he clenched his teeth in frustration.

"Let go of me! Let go of me now, or I’ll punch you!" George fumed, struggling like a caught fish.

"You broke my glasses, and you think you’re in the right? Come on, I’m taking you to your parents. Let them sort this out!"

George swung his fist, hitting the servant hard on the nose. The servant’s grip loosened immediately, and George dropped to the ground, free.

The servant clutched his nose, feeling something wet. When he pulled his hand away, he saw blood.

"You little brat!"

The servant yelled, "Don’t run! I’m going to find your parents!"

Curly was in a panic, running blindly wherever she saw a path. Deep in the garden, her way was blocked by a high wall. She looked up at the towering wall, tilting her head further and further back until she overbalanced and plopped onto the grass.

I’m done for, I’m done for! George, that little pest, will catch up soon!

She sat on the grass, so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead.

What should I do? What should I do?

Curly wasn’t exactly a prim little lady; she’d climbed her share of walls and trees before. But the wall in front of her was very high, even taller than her father. There was no way she could climb it.

Suddenly, she noticed a doggy door at the base of the wall. She brushed aside the overgrown grass, got down on her hands and knees, and peered through. The other side looked dark and gloomy. She felt a little scared and was about to pull back when she heard George’s voice from behind her.

"Curly, where are you? Come out, quick! I can’t find you."

No way I’m coming out!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Curly scrambled through the doggy door.