"Are you deaf? I found the person who raped . Are you going to arrest her or not? If you’re not going to arrest her, then I’ll handle it myself."
"Sir, today is Miss Johnson’s engagent party. I think there might be so misunderstanding. Let’s talk it out calmly. If it really doesn’t work, can we resolve it privately?" Officer Smith tried to diate, a headache already forming.
He was about to get off work when this nacing man reported that a woman had raped him. Before Officer Smith could say anything, the man had shoved him into a car.
If not for his poverty and old age, he would have suspected he was being robbed of his money and violated.
Adrian Desmond raised an eyebrow, a cold sneer on his lips. "I know President Johnson is rich. ’Resolve it privately’ just ans using money to make it go away, right? So, you think you can sleep with and then pay off? You really take for one of those gigolos who sleep with rich old won."
"I don’t lack money. She slept with , and if I just let it slide without a peep, would I still be a man?"
"Old man, let tell you, if you don’t arrest her today and give justice, I’ll get justice for myself!"
Adrian’s gaze fell on Sienna Johnson’s furious face as she desperately tried to suppress her rage. Knowing he had thoroughly provoked her, Adrian couldn’t be bothered with anything else. Today, he had to make this woman promise to marry him.
Success or failure hinges on this move!
"President Johnson, you slept with , and now you owe an explanation!"
The banquet hall fell silent, but Sienna’s head was ringing, as if countless bees were swarming around her ears. She stared at the man before her, her face flushed red with anger.
He clearly knew she was getting engaged to another man, yet he had been surprisingly quiet lately. Sienna had even thought he’d finally co to his senses and decided to let her go. It turned out he was just waiting for this mont to cause a scene.
Well played, Adrian!
"Sir, I think you’ve mistaken for soone else."
Sienna was accustod to handling difficult situations; Adrian couldn’t truly intimidate her. If he was going to play dirty, she would flatly deny everything.
"Alright, so you’re going to deny it to the end, huh?"
His gaze swept over Sienna’s beautiful face before Adrian pulled a pink object from his pocket. He brought it to his nose and sniffed, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced at her. Then, he slowly unfolded the pink bundle. It was unmistakably a pair of won’s underwear.
"Is this yours?" Adrian asked.
Sienna felt like this man was about to drive her insane. In front of a room full of guests, he had actually produced such a thing! "Where did this madman co from? Get him out of here!" Sienna yelled, incensed.
"Hmph!" Adrian continued to pressure her. "Sienna Johnson, is this underwear yours or not? All we need to do is compare the blood on it with your DNA, and we’ll know."
"That is not my underwear!"
"It really is yours!"
It was from their first ti together, when she had bled. He had cherished those panties as a nto, keeping them to admire in private. He never expected they would see the light of day again.
"It’s your fucking mother’s!" Sienna cursed.
In such a situation, any woman would be driven mad by Adrian; it had nothing to do with her usual composure.
Facing Adrian’s aggressive stance, Sienna couldn’t fathom his intentions. What was he trying to achieve?
Whatever this man was planning, Sienna wouldn’t let him succeed. "Sir, please have so self-respect!"
"Self-respect? I weigh more than you!"
Sienna: ...
"What do you want?" Sienna asked, feeling defeated.
"I’ll give you two choices: one, go to jail; two, marry !"
So, this was the man’s true purpose for causing such a commotion tonight. He knew she wouldn’t marry him willingly, so he resorted to this!
No way!
"Don’t tell I’m so beautiful you fell in love with at first sight," Sienna said sarcastically.
Adrian laughed. "Well, you are indeed beautiful; otherwise, I wouldn’t like you. However, that’s not why I want to marry you."
"Then why is it?"
Sienna had lost her mories of this man. However, she knew why she had fled from him while heavily pregnant: he had married his childhood sweetheart, his fiancée.
A man who couldn’t even be loyal—what could he possibly know about love?
He didn’t answer, so Sienna continued to guess, "Or is it because I look like your first love? You were dumped by your first girlfriend, but you’re still hung up on her, so you want as a substitute?"
Adrian stood tall and elegant. They faced each other, a distance of Wumi between them.
"Sienna Johnson, the woman capable of dumping has yet to be born!" Adrian said, his gaze aningful as he looked at her.
Arrogant! Utterly detestable arrogance!
"Sir, I must inform you that under Orienta’s laws, there are provisions for n raping won, but not for won raping n."
After saying this, she scanned him up and down before adding, "Besides, for a delicate woman like myself to rape you? The difficulty level would be rather high."
"I have evidence!"
Adrian handed a USB Drive to Walter Klein. "Since President Johnson doesn’t believe , let’s allow everyone to see how she raped . Let them be the judge."
Sienna staggered, nearly collapsing. Just how many sches has this man prepared against tonight!
Sienna was steadied by Kenneth Brown, who glared angrily at the man before them. "What nonsense are you spouting? Get out of here, now!"
Adrian’s gaze landed on Kenneth’s hand, which rested on Sienna’s exposed skin. Her skin was as smooth as polished jade. The slightest touch from her usually ignited a fire in him. And this man...
"AH—!" Adrian kicked Kenneth squarely in the crotch. That damn man had even kissed his woman, bitten her lip!
Who did he think he was, laying hands on his woman?
"Kenneth!"
Two female voices cried out simultaneously—Sienna’s and Mother Brown’s. A mother’s heart is connected to her child’s; seeing her son struck in such a vital spot, Mother Brown felt as if her own heart was being crushed. "My son..."
Adrian thrust his hands into his pockets, his motorcycle boot grinding down hard on Kenneth’s hand. Sienna heard the distinct CRACK of breaking bones.
That sharp, sickening sound of bones splintering reminded Sienna of this man’s viciousness, his cruelty... He was Adrian Desmond, the Adrian Desmond who ruled the Amwaka Strait.
A torrent of images flashed through her mind: Adrian, knife in hand, a killer. The blade plunged rcilessly into a heart. The instant he withdrew it, blood gushed forth...
She had been fooled by Adrian’s recent display of gentleness, forgetting just how dangerous and ruthless this man truly was.
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