"Mom, Grandma, why don’t Sienna and I have a few more children? One of them can take the Jiang surna, right?"
"Arnold, dear, our Cooper family line is thin; we’ve only had one child per generation for five generations. Do you think having a son is that easy?" Mother Cooper cried out.
"Uh... sorry to interrupt. I have sothing to say." A short man holding a microphone interrupted the chaotic scene.
Adrian Desmond looked at the short man on stage and smiled.
He had originally given this man the video of Kenneth Brown stealing the formula, solely to create a rift between Kenneth and his sister. He hadn’t expected this man to actually have the courage to expose Kenneth Brown’s theft on an occasion like this.
Kenneth Brown is utterly ruined tonight!
"I’m Reggie Dewey, an employee from the Research and Developnt Departnt of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory. So ti ago, there was a big scandal about a stolen formula. The person who stole it wasn’t my colleague, Qi Ming; rather, it was..." Reggie Dewey looked at the man kneeling on the ground, steeled his heart, and said,
"The one who stole the formula for the fibromyalgia miracle drug was Manager Brown—Kenneth Brown!"
"How is that possible?" Sienna Johnson couldn’t believe it!
Neither could everyone else!
As the factory director of Eastminster Pharmaceutical, Kenneth Brown stood to gain nothing from such an act; it would only harm others without benefiting himself.
Kenneth Brown’s brother yelled angrily, "You’re talking nonsense! My brother is not that kind of person!"
"Everything I said is true!" Reggie Dewey fearlessly stared at everyone.
Qi Ming had died. For Carole Brown’s sake, he had originally planned to keep this secret forever. But after witnessing Kenneth Brown’s despicable actions, he felt he no longer needed to protect such a man!
He wasn’t worth it!
"You motherfucker! If you keep spewing nonsense and slinging mud at my brother, believe it or not, I’ll beat you to death!"
Reggie Dewey didn’t waste words arguing with Kenneth Brown’s brother. He walked over to the staff, handed them his cell phone, and a mont later, the "video" Carole Brown had previously seen was displayed for everyone.
Kenneth Brown saw it too. He had originally had much to say, but now he didn’t want to utter a single word, because no matter what he said or explained, Sienna would never forgive him.
Kenneth Brown stared blankly, despairingly, at the woman in the wedding dress. She was as beautiful as a forest nymph. He laughed forlornly.
One misstep led to a cascade of errors! Indeed, a toad can never feast on swan at. His beautiful dream was over, shattered.
"Kenneth Brown, tell , did you or did you not steal the formula for the fibromyalgia miracle drug?"
Kenneth Brown whispered, "President Johnson, haven’t you already seen it?"
Sienna’s gaze on Kenneth Brown was filled with undisguised anger, but even more so with profound disappointnt. "Can you tell why?"
"I wanted to marry you!"
Sienna sneered, "For wealth and power? To avoid decades of struggle?... Kenneth Brown, you’re no man!"
Sienna Johnson turned and walked away, leaving the crowd of gawkers behind!
"Sienna!"
Adrian chased after her. Arnold Cooper also tried to follow, but he was held back by the wailing won of the Cooper family, giving Adrian the advantage.
"Where are you going? Let give you a ride!" Adrian approached a motorcycle, put on a helt, and handed Sienna another one.
"None of your business!"
"Sienna, where are you going?" Pauline Briggs also chased after her.
Sienna didn’t want to see anyone right now!
Without hesitation, she took the helt from Adrian, steadied herself with his arm, and got on his cool motorcycle.
With a roar of its engine, the motorcycle sped off with Sienna.
"How co you’re riding a motorcycle today?"
This was the first ti Sienna had seen Adrian on a motorcycle. The man in the black leather jacket and biker boots looked very cool.
"Traffic in Sileria City is terrible today. I actually planned to elope with you. Naturally, I brought a motorcycle. See? Aren’t I clever?" Adrian boasted.
Today was the Double Seventh Festival, Orienta’s Valentine’s Day, and the whole city was out celebrating. The streets of Sileria City were gridlocked. Weaving through the traffic on a motorcycle was indeed a smart move.
Sienna had been seething all day. If they had gotten stuck in traffic, she felt she might have actually vomited blood from frustration.
This motorcycle was so beautiful; it caught Sienna’s eye even more than Adrian did.
The motorcycle’s glossy black tallic paint, accented with a dawn-like orange, and its sleek design greatly appealed to Sienna. But what she loved even more was the exhilarating rush of speed—like flying, like brushing against death itself.
Adrian skillfully maneuvered the motorcycle, weaving between cars and trucks. Sienna clung tightly to his waist, terrified that the breakneck speed would throw her off.
"Stop!"
A wave of nausea hit her, and the urge to vomit was overwhelming.
Adrian couldn’t hear her over the engine, so Sienna yelled into his ear, "Stop! I’m going to be sick!" Finally, he heard, slowed down, and pulled the motorcycle over to the side of the road.
Sienna jumped off the bike, crouched by the roadside, and began to retch.
She hadn’t eaten much, so nothing ca up. She dry-heaved, her eyes bloodshot, her hair whipping wildly in the cold wind. Her white dress billowed like a butterfly taking flight.
"Want a cigarette?"
"Yeah."
Adrian put a cigarette to his lips, lit it, took a drag, and then offered it to Sienna. She looked up, her eyes watery, gazing pitifully at him. He pressed the cigarette to her lips, prompting Sienna to snap,
"The more I look at you, the more you remind of a mangy little mutt I used to have."
"A mangy little mutt? Didn’t you use to raise ferocious Tibetan Mastiffs?" Sienna blurted out unconsciously.
Adrian was startled. "You rember?"
"I rember the ferocious Tibetan Mastiffs, but I don’t rember you!"
So, he was less important than a dog!
Sienna wasn’t used to smoking; the first mouthful of smoke made her choke. Yet, she found a strange solace in the calming effect of the tobacco and took another drag. This ti, she was more adept.
A gust of cold wind blew past. Sienna, still in her strapless wedding dress, shivered. She wrapped her arms around herself and said to Adrian, "I’m cold."
"Oh."
Sienna was speechless.
"Adrian, can’t you be a gentleman and give your jacket?" she demanded.
Adrian shot her a cold look, saying disdainfully, "I’m a rough man, not so effeminate gentleman!"
"Adrian, no wonder you’ll never find a wife!"
"Sienna, and no wonder you’ll never get married!"
"Adrian!" Sienna shouted angrily.
So, his recent tenderness was all an act. This was his true nature, wasn’t it? No wonder she’d run away from him before!
"Hey, are you going to marry or not?"
"No! No! Never! Even if every other man on earth dropped dead, I still wouldn’t marry you!"
Her heart was already full of pent-up anger, and now this man was pressuring her to marry him. Sienna’s mood was abysmal.
"Then get ready for jail!"
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