The same words, coming from Madam Johnson’s mouth, sounded particularly grating to Sienna Johnson. Nevertheless, Sienna endured it. After all, who was she to complain about her own mother? But Madam Johnson persisted, "...You’re a girl; you shouldn’t always focus on work. A woman’s youth is fleeting, like a spring flower that withers in an instant. You should think more about your lifelong matters." Sienna remained silent. "Free up your weekend; I’ll introduce you to a man. His family is in international trade, he studied in Mousden, holds a master’s degree, and currently works in his family’s foreign trade company. He just turned thirty. He’s a bit older than you, but older men know how to cherish someone..." Seeing Madam Johnson start in on another prospective match for her, Sienna said coldly, "I’m not in the mood for a relationship right now! Besides, I’ve already said I would mourn Father for three years. Let’s talk about this after that." The only person Sienna wanted to marry in this lifetime was Noah Phillips. However, she knew it was impossible for them. Not only had she become pregnant and given birth to their daughter out of wedlock, but even the idea of Noah marrying into the Johnson family was out of the question, as he was an only child. Currently, she had no plans to remarry. She already had a daughter and would groom her to be the Johnson family’s successor. If her younger sister grew up and had outstanding children, they could also inherit the company. "In three years, you’ll be twenty-five, and with a child! How will you find someone then? Your father doted on you the most. He wouldn’t mind if you married a good man; he wouldn’t hold these things against you," Pauline Briggs said angrily. Before, Sienna would listen to whatever she said. When did it change to this, where she spoke, and Sienna wouldn’t listen? She was her own mother; how could she possibly harm her? "My affairs don’t need your concern!" Sienna replied icily. "Sienna Johnson! I’m your mother! How can you speak to me like that?" Pauline Briggs flared up. Sienna knew she couldn’t win an argument with Pauline Briggs, nor did she want to provoke her further, so she opted to leave. She got up and walked out. "Sienna Johnson, you get back here!" 「Sileria City Television Station.」 When Sienna Johnson appeared dressed entirely in black, Kenneth Brown was still taken aback. He had never seen anyone wear black so gracefully. She wore a simple black dolman sleeve dress, cinched at the waist with a shiny black belt, and black high heels. Her flaxen curls were pinned up, revealing a slender, sexy neck, and her skin was as white as winter snow. "Manager Brown, good afternoon!" Sienna greeted. "President Johnson, can we perhaps call each other by our first names? Addressing each other so formally makes us seem so distant." Sienna shot an icy glance at Kenneth, who was in a suit, and responded, "When were we ever close?" "I’ve been to your house, taken a bath, changed clothes, and had a meal... President Johnson, don’t you think that makes us close enough?" Kenneth said suggestively. Sienna looked at him, a headache forming, and said sternly, "Manager Brown, watch your words!" "The finance department will give you a raise this month, Manager Brown. I hope you can earn your salary." "Thank you, President Johnson. I won’t fail your kind regard." Sienna didn’t respond. As Kenneth Brown looked at Sienna Johnson, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn’t help but say, "I never imagined you’d look this good even in all black." After Dexter Johnson’s death, all of Sienna’s clothes were dark-colored. Even though she was appearing on television today, she had no desire to wear bright, flashy colors. "I’m sorry..." Kenneth murmured. As the two walked towards the TV station and were about to reach the elevator, someone called Sienna’s name, "Sienna..." Only someone very close to her would call her that. The elevator arrived just then. Sienna told Kenneth Brown to go on ahead, but he stayed and waited for her. "Sienna, long time no see..." The young man called her ’Sienna.’ She frowned, studying his face intently for a moment before concluding she didn’t recognize him. "May I ask who you are?" she inquired. The man in an orange-red suit quickly walked up to Sienna Johnson, extending his hand. "You don’t remember me?" Chapters first released on novel-fire.ɴet Sienna was taken aback by the man’s flamboyant attire; an orange-red suit—something one would only expect to see a celebrity wear on stage. She hadn’t expected anyone to wear such a provocative color in real life. "Sir, are your eyes uncomfortable?" Sienna asked, puzzled, observing the man blinking incessantly. Arnold Cooper, who was relentlessly trying to charm Sienna with his ’100,000-volt gaze,’ was shocked that it actually failed. Usually, beautiful women like Harriet would be completely smitten, fainting right into his arms, wouldn’t they? He blinked a few times, then put on a charming smile. "Yes, I’m wearing contact lenses, and my eyes are a bit uncomfortable." Sienna remained silent. Arnold Cooper extended his hand again, enthusiastically introducing himself. "First, let me introduce myself. My name is Arnold Cooper, I’m twenty-five, single, and I’ve had three girlfriends. I fell in love with you at first sight, and I heard you’re seeking a husband to marry into your family. I plan to apply." "Sienna, give me a chance!" Sienna gazed at the flamboyant man before her with cold eyes. She was thoroughly displeased. Arnold Cooper’s smile stiffened, but he pressed on anyway. "Hey, you haven’t answered me yet." As Sienna Johnson and Kenneth Brown boarded the elevator, Arnold Cooper tried to squeeze in too, but Sienna kicked him sharply in the shin, sending him stumbling out. "DAMN IT!" Arnold Cooper clutched his shin, hopping on one leg. The sharp point of her high heel struck his shin, and it genuinely hurt. As the transparent elevator ascended, Arnold Cooper dramatically sprawled on the floor, gazing up at Sienna. Sienna looked down at the lunatic on the floor and saw him mouth the words: "Sienna, I saw your underwear!" Inside the elevator, Sienna clenched her fists, barely restraining herself from going back down to beat him up. "President Johnson, you’re quite popular," Kenneth Brown remarked suddenly. "I could do without that kind of popularity." "Do you know who he is?" Kenneth asked. The elevator doors opened. Kenneth Brown held them, preventing them from closing suddenly on Sienna Johnson. She exited, and Kenneth followed. He watched her slender, elegant back as she walked away, a smile playing on his lips. 「At the broadcasting studio.」 It was Sienna Johnson’s first time facing the camera, especially for a live broadcast, and she felt a bit uneasy. From below the stage, Kenneth Brown watched the elegantly seated woman, a graceful smile on her face. She seemed different from the icy woman in the elevator earlier. Journalist: "President Johnson, welcome to the interview room. Thank you for coming." Pauline Briggs had strictly trained Sienna Johnson in etiquette from a young age. She executed an elegant bow, her posture perfect and her smile precisely measured.