The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 730 - 771: Showing Affection Everywhere

Curly said proudly, "Mom, Curly is so amazing! I used my strawberry hairpin to unlock the lock on Ernest Turner’s foot in an instant... Dad, it was just like this..." Curly demonstrated the situation for her father. "Just like on TV..."

Her father remained silent.

"Dad, I think I also have the potential to be a thief!"

Adrian Desmond was at a loss for words.

Sienna Johnson glared at Adrian Desmond and asked, "Did you teach her that?"

The father and daughter had done many outrageous things behind her back, and they thought she didn’t know. She merely turned a blind eye, not wanting to stoop to their level.

Just great. Now she’s learning to pick locks, planning to be a thief. Next, will it be drinking, gambling, and all sorts of vices?

"No! How could I possibly teach her that!" Adrian Desmond immediately clarified.

Sienna Johnson looked at Adrian Desmond with distrust in her eyes. "Curly, stealing is wrong! You cannot be a thief in the future, understand?"

"I didn’t want to be a thief. I just said that I’m good at unlocking locks, and I did it in an instant. Curly is amazing."

Sienna Johnson looked at her daughter worriedly and said, "Let’s play for a few more days, and then we’ll go back to Sileria City."

Hearing that Sienna Johnson wanted to go back, Adrian Desmond’s face suddenly turned ugly.

"Go home? Then will Dad come back with us?" Curly looked at her father and asked.

Sienna Johnson answered for her, "Your dad is very busy with work here, so he won’t be going back with us for now."

"Can’t we wait for Dad to finish his work and then go back together?"

"You need to start school."

"Ah... Curly doesn’t want to go to school."

"Children who don’t want to go to school are not good kids!"

Curly glanced at her father and saw that he looked upset. She wisely decided to keep her mouth shut and didn’t dare to act spoiled.

"Let’s go and see how Ernest Turner is doing." Sienna Johnson took her daughter’s hand and left the kitchen, leaving Adrian Desmond behind.

Adrian Desmond was displeased. He stood in the kitchen for a moment, then followed his wife and daughter.

「...」

In the guest room next to Curly’s, which was also a sun-facing room. But at this moment, it was night. They couldn’t see the bright sun, only the luminous moon hanging in the sky and the sound of seawater splashing against the reefs.

A little boy was quietly sitting on the bed, holding an English book in his hand.

"Ernest Turner, my mom is here to see you," Curly called out.

Ernest Turner looked at the beautiful pregnant woman, who smiled gently at him. "Hello, Auntie Agatha..."

Sienna Johnson’s heart trembled for a moment, a sudden sense of déjà vu washing over her. The boy in front of her looked very much like her brother Drew from her memory, not only in appearance but also in temperament.

Could this be Noah Phillips’ child?

Sienna Johnson looked at the child in shock and asked, "Who is your father?"

"Jeffrey Turner!"

Jeffrey Turner?

"Are you your father’s biological child?"

Ernest Turner frowned at the beautiful woman in front of him. That question is a bit rude, he thought, but for Curly’s sake, he didn’t make an issue of it.

"Yes, I am my father’s biological child."

Curly scratched her head, not quite understanding their conversation. "Mom, Ernest Turner must be his dad’s child, just like Curly is yours and Dad’s. Why are you asking this?"

"Because Ernest Turner looks a lot like an uncle I know..."

"Which uncle?"

Just then, Adrian Desmond walked over. Sienna Johnson didn’t answer her daughter’s question. She turned to Ernest Turner and asked, "I heard you were injured. Are you feeling better now?"

"Much better, thank you for saving me. I will make sure my dad thanks you properly." The little boy spoke the Amwan Language a bit awkwardly, but it didn’t hinder communication.

Sienna Johnson examined him again and found that he had only suffered superficial injuries that would heal with time and care.

"Besides your father’s name, Jeffrey Turner, do you know any other information? Like where you live? Contact information, things like that?"

"I live in Kramut, near Nong Lake."

"A specific location, like which neighborhood?"

"I don’t know."

Sienna Johnson frowned. "How can you not know your father’s phone number or your home’s specific address?"

"Sean helps me remember."

"Who is Sean?" Curly asked.

"Sean is the person my father arranged to take care of me..." As he mentioned Sean’s name, Ernest Turner’s expression turned somber. "We were attacked. The driver and bodyguard were killed. Sean told me to run first, to lead those bad guys away. I don’t know if Sean is still alive..."

With a bodyguard and a personal assistant, not knowing his father’s phone number or home address, and having been kidnapped—this child was clearly not from an ordinary family. That should make him easier to find.

Jeffrey Turner must be somewhat well-known locally, or at least wealthy; otherwise, who would bother kidnapping a child?

"I see. I’ll help you find your father as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

"’Little Bro—I mean, Brother, don’t worry. My mom and dad are amazing; they’ll definitely help you find your dad," Curly assured him.

"Mm." Ernest Turner looked at Curly and smiled brilliantly.

Sienna Johnson looked at the two children. Her daughter was such a charmer, she thought. First George, and now she’d brought in Ernest Turner. The girl collected admirers wherever she went, completely unaware.

「...」

Curly stayed to play with Ernest Turner, while Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond went out. Adrian said, "I’ll send someone to look for the child’s father. You don’t have to worry about it."

"Mm."

Sienna Johnson walked ahead, but not in the direction of her room. Adrian Desmond quickened his pace and blocked her way.

"Where are you going this late?"

"I’m going to find Lucas Robertson."

"It’s late; Lucas Robertson should be asleep. Can’t whatever it is wait until tomorrow?"

"It’s only nine-thirty," Sienna Johnson said, glancing at her watch.

Adrian Desmond stood in her way. Sienna Johnson sidestepped to the right to get past him, but he stepped to block her again.

She bit her lip and tried to go left, bumping straight into his chest.

She glared at him angrily, saying nothing.

Adrian Desmond smirked. "Mrs. Desmond, which way are we going?"

Sienna Johnson glared at him. "To the right! Please move."

Adrian Desmond didn’t move. Sienna Johnson, seeing an opening to her left, had no choice but to go that way. Unexpectedly, he took a large step, and before she could react, he pulled her into a full embrace.

From above her head came Adrian Desmond’s infuriating laughter, tinged with smugness. "Mrs. Desmond, it’s true what they say about pregnancy brain—now you can’t even tell left from right."

Sienna Johnson silently gritted her teeth.

Adrian Desmond held her for a few seconds. When a servant passed by, he released her and stopped teasing. Like a slippery fish, Sienna Johnson immediately darted out of his embrace.

"Annoying!"