The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress Chapter 897 - 889: Mrs. Desmond, I Miss You So Much

At dawn, the Great Shark left the Port of Agora, leaving behind the chaos, poverty, and sorrow of Kalare.

"Sixth Master, lift your arm," Marion said.

Adrian Desmond had suffered so minor injuries, with a cut on his arm about five or six centiters long. Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep and didn’t require stitches, so Marion treated the wound.

In the sumr, a little past five, the sun in Southeast Agaia was already high in the sky.

"All done." Marion finished bandaging Adrian’s wound. "Sixth Master, be careful not to get the wound wet for the next couple of days!"

"Hmm."

Marion cleared away the bloodstained gauze, picked up the dical kit, and said to Adrian, "Sixth Master, I’ll be going now. You should get so more sleep."

"Hmm."

Marion left Adrian’s room with the dical kit. As he passed Sabrina Conner’s room, he heard a string of curses coming from inside.

Curious, he stopped, eager to find out what Sabrina was up to this ti.

Knock knock...

"Co in!"

Marion pushed the door open and saw various locks scattered on the bed.

Seeing these locks, Marion imdiately understood that Sabrina was feeling challenged.

When leaving Abraham’s Military Base, Sabrina had asked Adrian why he hadn’t thrown him a thin wire to pick the locks himself, only to be looked down upon by Adrian.

Adrian had said: Even if he gave him a bunch of thin wires, he wouldn’t be able to open the locks.

"I wondered what you were doing. Turns out you’ve been diligently practicing in your room. So? Easy to pick?" Marion picked up a lock and tapped it.

Barnes Smythe scratched his green hair in frustration. "I have no idea how to pick these. Back then, I saw Sixth Master easily open them.

So, where did it go wrong?

Why can’t I open them?"

Beside him was a pile of various wire picks, more advanced equipnt than Adrian had, yet he still couldn’t open any locks.

He now just wanted to grab a Remington 870 *** and blast those locks to pieces...

"If it was that easy, Sixth Master wouldn’t have gone looking for a key," Marion said.

"Argh, forget it, I’m done. It’s driving crazy." Sabrina gave up.

Marion randomly picked a thin wire, grabbed a lock, and tried it. Feeling the subtle movents inside, he applied the right amount of force, and with a click, the lock opened.

Sabrina: ...

"Oh, it actually opened?" Marion was also surprised.

Sabrina looked constipated. "Do you exist just to make look foolish and dumb?"

"Haha, just a coincidence."

"Marion, get out! I don’t want to see you."

...

Adrian was about to lie down and get so sleep when his phone suddenly rang, surprising him to see Sienna Johnson calling.

Ever since her pregnancy, Sienna wouldn’t wake up before eight or nine in the morning.

Now, at around five or six, it should still be dark in Sileria City; why was Sienna calling so early?

Could sothing have happened?

Adrian hastily picked up, his voice tense, "Hello, what’s wrong? Why are you calling so early?"

Sienna’s voice was a bit rushed, "I just had a nightmare."

It turned out to be just a nightmare, but it had scared Adrian quite a bit. He laughed, in the still of the mont, with a warmth that comforted.

"I thought sothing had happened; it’s just a nightmare... Haha... Mrs. Desmond, when did you beco so timid?"

"I couldn’t reach you on the phone yesterday, and I guess I’ve been thinking about it so much I had a nightmare."

"Dreamt I died?"

Nothing but rubbish cos out of a mutt’s mouth; he speaks without caution.

Sienna replied unhappily, "Yes, I dreamt you were burned to death, not a scrap left, and I remarried with our kids and had three more, living very happily...

When I grew old, sitting in the sun with my husband, I thought of you but couldn’t rember your face."

For Adrian, this was truly one of the saddest things in the world.

"You damned woman!"

"Adrian, if you don’t take care of that little life of yours, that’s the version of our story!"

Adrian was displeased, replying perfunctorily, "Got it. Don’t worry, I will outlive even the tortoises."

"Pfft..."

"So you can forget about remarrying; you won’t have the chance in this lifeti."