When Adrian Desmond found Sienna Johnson, she was eating fruit in the Self-Service Dining Area. Her red lips moved, occasionally revealing her white teeth, making Adrian’s heart stir as he watched her.
He saw her but didn’t see the little girl in the red dress beside her.
"Sixth Master!" Rosie Cooper was the first to see Adrian Desmond. Sienna glanced up and smiled at him as he returned.
"You’re back..."
"..."
"Do you want so fruit?"
Adrian Desmond ca over and joked, "Weren’t you very wary of the Carpenter family? How dare you eat here? Aren’t you afraid they’d poison you?"
"All the fruit I eat is whole, and there are no needle holes in the skin or anything like that. The skin is peeled off, so it’s really not easy to poison ."
"That suits your character."
Adrian Desmond sat down beside her. Sienna felt enveloped by his powerful presence, allowing her tense nerves to relax.
Sienna glanced around, lowered her voice, and asked in Mandarin, "Did you get it?"
"Yes."
"Let’s go then."
How could they leave when Curly hadn’t been found yet? He couldn’t tell her that Curly was missing, so he had to keep stalling.
The Carpenter family had activated a jamr, blocking all signals, and Adrian couldn’t contact the bodyguard responsible for protecting Curly for the mont.
He had asked; Curly hadn’t left the Carpenter residence. She was also accompanied by bodyguards, so Adrian wasn’t overly concerned. Perhaps she was just engrossed in play and had forgotten to return.
"Wait a little longer."
"Okay."
Sienna stuffed a piece of mango into his mouth. Adrian frowned as he ate it; the mango didn’t taste very good.
"I just slapped your cousin!" Sienna said, her voice devoid of regret, rely stating a fact.
"What else?"
"Nothing."
"Didn’t you also offer to give up?"
Sienna stared at him. "You know already?"
Adrian Desmond then recited word for word what she had said earlier: "If anyone can make Sixth Master smile at you all, I’ll give them $150,000. Whoever manages to get Sixth Master to hold their hand, I’ll give $750,000. Whoever gets Sixth Master to hug them, I’ll give $1,500,000. And whoever gets Sixth Master to kiss them, I’ll give $1,500,000! Whoever manages to seduce Sixth Master into bed... the position of Mrs. Desmond, I’d readily surrender! I’m always prepared to give the position of Mrs. Desmond to soone who has the ability, the ans, and the ambition."
"Who told on ?" Sienna asked, looking at Rosie Cooper behind her.
Rosie Cooper waved her hands frantically. "Madam, it wasn’t ! I didn’t say anything!"
Sienna replied, "That’s right, I said it. What about it?"
Adrian Desmond took her hand, brought it to his lips for a kiss, and said, "In terms of capability, ans, and ambition, who can compare to you, Sienna Johnson? So, just sit tight in your position as Mrs. Desmond."
"I also think there’s no one more suitable for the position of Mrs. Desmond than ," she said with a cunning smile.
"Then do you think there’s no one more suitable for your husband’s position than ?"
Sienna gazed intently, pretending to think seriously for a mont, then replied with a smile, "For now, you’re a suitable fit for my Husband’s position. But... who knows what the future holds."
"I’ll deal with you when we get ho!"
Sienna laughed, not afraid of him at all.
Lorie Cooper ca over. Adrian Desmond said to Sienna, "I’m going to et a friend. You wait here, don’t wander off."
"Yes, alright."
"Be good."
"Lorie, where’s Curly?" Sienna called out, stopping Lorie Cooper. "Didn’t I ask you to stay with her? Where is she now?"
"This..." Lorie stamred. She, being simple and honest by nature, wasn’t good at lying. She stood there uneasily, her gaze flickering.
Sienna’s smile vanished, her expression becoming stern. "You’re not with Curly, are you?"
Lorie was on the verge of tears; both her master and mistress were difficult to deal with.
Lorie didn’t speak, only looking cautiously at Adrian. Adrian, trying to hide the truth from Sienna, said, "She’s with George. I’ll go find her."
"..."
"Lorie, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and co with to bring Curly back."
"Yes!"
Lorie looked as if she’d received a pardon and hurriedly followed Adrian Desmond away.
Sienna narrowed her eyes, watching them leave. She then asked Rosie Cooper, who was beside her, "Your sister isn’t much of a liar, is she?"
Rosie Cooper replied, "Yes, my younger sister is a bit too straightforward, but at least she ans no harm."
"Do you think your sister was deliberately trying to hide sothing from just now?" Sienna asked.
"If sothing is truly being hidden from you, Madam, it wouldn’t be my sister’s doing. She’s too timid for that. It’s probably Sixth Master who wants to keep it from you."
Sienna lost her appetite for the fruit on her plate. She put the plate on the table and said to Rosie Cooper, "Go find Owen Hunter and see if Curly is really with George."
"Madam, I’d better stay with you. If I leave, you’ll be alone."
"Besides you, there are bodyguards hidden in the shadows. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."
Sienna guessed that Curly must have wandered off and gotten lost, and Adrian didn’t want her to worry, so he deliberately concealed it.
"Yes."
Rosie Cooper also went to look for Curly. Sienna didn’t sit in a secluded spot but chose a crowded area. The wealthy socialites around glanced at Sienna with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and envy. Sienna ignored them all.
In a crowded place, the other party would likely be more hesitant to make a move. Sienna just wanted to ensure her safety and had no intention of socializing. So, she simply sat there, observing the unfamiliar faces attending the banquet and listening to their conversations, hoping to capture useful information.
"Honored guests, ladies and gentlen, thank you for taking the ti out of your busy schedules to attend my foster father’s 60th birthday. As his children, our greatest wish is for our father to be healthy and safe. Here, we wish our father a happy birthday. May your fortune be as vast as the East Sea, and your longevity like the ageless southern mountains’ pines. Happy birthday! At the sa ti, I hope everyone has a wonderful ti..."
Foster father?
Sienna’s gaze shifted to the stage. She saw a man in his thirties with a square face and dium build, neither fat nor thin. His eyes captivated her. It wasn’t because they were particularly beautiful, but because of the dark aura they exuded. Though he was smiling, it conveyed no warmth.
Is this the adopted son of Elliot Carpenter?
It was the first ti she had seen this adopted son of Elliot Carpenter.
She wondered if Adrian Desmond knew about this.
Elliot Carpenter sat in a wheelchair, pushed onto the stage by his adopted son. He wore a suit, his silver hair neatly styled, and he looked spirited. The suit was a bold choice: red with a subtle dark pattern and a black collar. As he ca onto the stage, Sienna noticed his gaze flickered towards her, perhaps intentionally.
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