The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress Chapter 440 - 441: Revenge, an Eye for an Eye

"Did sothing happen to Adrian Desmond?"

"..."

"Lucas Robertson, did sothing happen to Adrian Desmond? Is that why there are no texts or calls?" Sienna Johnson asked worriedly.

No ssages, no calls; Sienna Johnson couldn’t help but overthink.

"I just saw that Miss looked upset, and I wanted to help."

"Lucas Robertson, you..."

Sienna Johnson’s eyes landed on an inkstone to the side. She impulsively wanted to smash it on him but, after a mont’s thought, held back. It was her father’s favorite inkstone. Hurting Lucas Robertson was one thing, but if the inkstone were damaged, she would be heartbroken.

"Adrian Desmond and I are fine. You don’t need to worry about us!"

"Alright."

Lucas Robertson wasn’t very talkative. Hearing Sienna Johnson’s order, he tactfully left.

Sienna Johnson watched the study door close gently, leaving her alone, her expression growing even bleaker.

Was it that obvious?

Even he could see it.

Sienna Johnson closed her eyes for a mont, driving the man from her thoughts and focusing on the troubles at hand. She really wasn’t in the mood to worry about that man right now.

...

Late at night, during a storm, around two or three in the morning—the darkest hour, when people sleep most soundly. The rain poured heavily, and lightning occasionally flashed, illuminating the eerie cetery.

A coward would have wet their pants in fear by now.

Two tall n, dressed in black raincoats, blended perfectly into the darkness, the tips of their cigarettes flickering in their mouths.

Aiden Howard and Brett Jacobs stood before a cetery. This cetery was the Leland Ancestral Tomb, where several generations of the Leland Family were buried.

Aiden Howard took a puff of his cigarette, turned on his flashlight, and shone it on a tombstone. The tombstone was inscribed with red words: Garrett Leland.

Garrett Leland, Master Leland’s father.

A thunderous boom lit up the cetery like daylight, revealing the eerie and terrifying red letters on the tombstone: Garrett Leland...

Garrett Leland’s father was an honest farr, while Master Leland had been a ruthless character since childhood. He wasn’t good at studying but was vicious in fights. Because of his family’s poverty, he dropped out of school early and joined the underworld.

"Let’s dig!" Aiden Howard said.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Sixth Master ordered to give back in kind! Since they had the nerve to dig up Madam’s Ancestral Tomb, we should dig up theirs as well. If they dug up Madam’s father’s tomb, I’ll dig up all their ancestors’ tombs," Aiden Howard laughed.

"Dig up all the tombs in this area. Crush the bones, mix them with flesh scraps, and feed them to the dogs."

Aiden Howard had always been sinisterly vicious, which was why Adrian Desmond left him to handle this matter. When Aiden Howard took action, his lethality was unparalleled.

"Then why did we have to do it ourselves? Couldn’t we have let Damon and the others handle it?"

Aiden Howard took a deep drag from his cigarette and smiled sinisterly. "For sothing this fun, how could I let Damon and the others have all the enjoynt?"

He patted Brett Jacobs on the shoulder and said, "Brett Jacobs, our brotherly bond is strong. For an exciting task like this, I had to call you."

"Pervert!" He had absolutely no interest in this sort of thing.

"There’s sothing even more perverted!"

Brett Jacobs was rendered speechless.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work! Or else, I’ll tell Sixth Master that you have a secret crush on Madam!"

At such a baseless, slanderous accusation, Brett Jacobs’s hair practically stood on end. "Do you think Sixth Master will believe your nonsense?"

"Hehe, Sixth Master is usually sharp-witted, but when it cos to Madam, his IQ plumts. If I tell Sixth Master, his way of dealing with such matters has always been to prefer to wrongly kill one innocent person than to let a single guilty one go free."

Brett Jacobs said helplessly, "Enough nonsense. Let’s just start digging!"

"Hehe, that’s more like it."

You son of a...!

...

The two of them dug up only the tombs of Master Leland’s grandparents, parents, and Milo Leland’s biological parents.

The skeletons were carelessly thrown on the ground. Aiden Howard looked satisfied with his night’s work, smoking his cigarette and staring at the bones on the ground with a laugh that made one’s skin crawl.

Brett Jacobs said, "Now that we’ve dug them up, can we leave?"

"Why are you in such a hurry to go ho? It’s not like *I* have a woman waiting for !"

"Sixth Master told to stay behind to protect Madam. Of course, I have to hurry back and keep an eye on her. If anything happens to Madam, let tell you, neither of us will escape the consequences."

"Don’t worry, Tran is with Madam. Tran’s combat strength is much greater than ours. If he can’t handle it, you going there wouldn’t be of any use."

"Are you looking down on ?" Brett Jacobs said, unconvinced.

"Hehe, you’re just easy to anger. Cheer up. I can’t handle what’s next alone; you have to stay and help ."

Brett Jacobs remained silent, though clearly reluctant.

"Why are you still standing there dazed? Co here and give a hand."

When Aiden Howard arrived, he had brought three large boxes with him. Brett Jacobs asked what they were, but Aiden Howard, acting mysteriously, refused to tell him.

"What’s inside?"

"You’ll find out soon."

Aiden Howard’s eyes were bright, flashing with an excited light. Brett Jacobs rembered that when Aiden Howard tortured prisoners, he had the sa expression.

What was this twisted pervert plotting?

The two n carried the three large boxes to the graves of Master Leland’s grandfather and father. The father-and-son graves were close together, one directly behind the other.

Aiden Howard angled the openings of the boxes towards the grave entrances, then opened them...

Another thunderous roar illuminated the eerie cetery with lightning, allowing Brett Jacobs to see what crawled out of the boxes. "What the hell are these things!?" Even Brett Jacobs was startled.

"Hehe, my little pets..."

"Aiden Howard, you really are a pervert!"

"Haha... I’ve heard that people in Orienta highly value Geomancy, and if their ancestors don’t rest in peace, their descendants will suffer all sorts of misfortunes. Master Leland is particularly superstitious. These two tombs were even specially arranged by an expert with a Geomancy formation. I’m going to destroy this Geomancy for him, turn this treasured Geomancy site into a ho for snakes and insects! Haha..."

The boxes were full of snakes, scorpions, centipedes... and other venomous creatures.

Even soone as experienced as Brett Jacobs couldn’t help but feel his skin crawl.

Brett Jacobs was unable to find words to describe his feelings at that mont.

"Alright, can we go now?"

"Yes."

Aiden Howard carefully avoided the venomous creatures, then tossed the skeletons—including Master Leland’s mother’s—into their midst. As soon as they were thrown in, the snakes and insects sward over them.

"Let’s get out of here!" Brett Jacobs felt uneasy all over.

"Look at you, so timid. This is nothing. You’ve killed plenty of people too. Why are you getting more and more cowardly?"

"Killing people is one thing, but are you always this perverted?"

Aiden Howard showed no remorse. "I want them to know that those who offend Sixth Master never et a good end."

"You slept with Cynthia Leland; at least show so rcy."

"I slept with Master Leland’s own mother, and I’ll still do what needs to be done."

Brett Jacobs had nothing to say to that.

"I do, at least, have *this* much loyalty to Sixth Master!"

Brett Jacobs was, once again, left speechless.