Walter Klein’s car was already speeding, and any faster would likely cause a traffic accident. However, the man in the back seat kept urging him on, as if he wished they could fly there. Newest update provided by ⓝovelFire.net "Sixth Master, we’re already at 140 km/h!" Walter reminded him. "On the racetrack, your speed can exceed 200..." Walter looked embarrassed. "Sixth Master, this is a bustling urban area, teeming with people. If someone disregards traffic rules and runs a red light, we won’t have nearly enough time to brake at this speed." "Just try to go faster!" "Sixth Master, why are we going to Eastminster Group?" Walter asked. He was unaware that Adrian Desmond had recognized Sienna Johnson’s voice. After leaving the hospital, Adrian had instructed him to drive to Eastminster Group. "Could it be Madam?" In this world, only Madam could make Adrian so agitated and anxious. Adrian looked at his phone, which still showed no incoming call. He didn’t dare to hope too much; the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Over the past few years, Adrian had been nearly crushed by such repeated letdowns. The voice is so similar, but I’m not sure if it’s her. Besides, the name associated with that voice is Sienna Johnson, an Orientan... Apart from the voice, too many details don’t align. I can’t allow myself to hope too much. "Having a clue is better than no clue at all," Walter comforted. Adrian hummed in agreement. Walter glanced in the rearview mirror at the man whose features were etched with sorrow. For years, Walter had accompanied Adrian across the globe, searching for Sienna Johnson and their child. No one understood Adrian’s pain and despair better than he did. Yet, Adrian had never given up the search, even though each attempt had ended in disappointment. The car stopped before the Eastminster Group building. Just as Adrian was about to get out, he saw the woman emerging from the building. Mai?! She looked so much like her that Adrian was utterly dumbfounded. Her classic black, white, and gray ensemble consisted of a long, tailored suit jacket, a loose, drop-shoulder white blouse, and gray, wide-legged cropped trousers made of a thick material with an eye-catching detail at the waist. This was complemented by a wristwatch, black high heels, and a large shoulder bag suitable for work. This woman was his Mai, yet not his Mai. "Sixth Master, she looks so much like Madam..." Walter, too, stared at Sienna Johnson in astonishment. Many people in the world look identical, so Adrian wasn’t sure if this woman was the one he was searching for, especially since their names were completely different. However... his heart constricted, feeling as if it were about to leap from his chest, and a lump formed in his throat. He clenched his jaw tightly, afraid that if he opened his mouth, his furiously beating heart would escape... The first time he had seen Sienna Johnson, he had felt exactly . Things he once found utterly incomprehensible suddenly seemed to crystallize in this moment, bringing a wave of bewildered helplessness, a sensation akin to an electric shock—an experience unintelligible to those who haven’t lived it. He believed this woman was his Mai because no one else could evoke this suffocating feeling in him. "Sixth Master, are you sure it’s Madam?" Walter asked, seeing Adrian staring transfixed at the woman walking away. Adrian got out of the car and walked towards Sienna Johnson, who was chatting and laughing animatedly with Noah Phillips. Her eyes, curved into crescents by her smile, sparkled with a vibrant energy that captivated anyone who looked at her. "...I’d love to go, but you know I don’t have the time. Work is too busy." "You need to learn to de-stress. There’s so much money in the world; you can’t possibly earn it all," Noah advised. "You’re a fine one to talk; aren’t you the same?" "I just returned from a trip to Nema, along the Lica River. I even brought you back a Neman pharaoh’s scepter." "A scepter? I’m not a queen. Why would you bring me a scepter?" "In my heart, you are a queen!" "Everyone else calls me the Devil’s Princess!" Sienna Johnson stuck her tongue out at him playfully. Sienna Johnson looked ahead and saw the tall man slowly approaching. He wore a peculiar expression. His black leather jacket and the gray T-shirt beneath couldn’t conceal his well-defined muscles. His leather shoes struck the ground with firm, rhythmic sounds. When the man noticed her gaze, he actually stopped and looked at her intently. Just as Sienna Johnson found this strange, Noah Phillips called her name, and she quickly averted her eyes. "This summer, let’s go on vacation. Think about where you’d like to go..." "I have to go back and ask Curly. When it comes to eating, drinking, and having fun, our little Princess calls the shots." Adrian stood there, wondering what to say to her. Should he be angry? Resentful? Or beg her to return to him? As they brushed past each other, Adrian froze, wanting to turn but finding himself completely immobile. The way she looked at him was like looking at a stranger, devoid of any emotion. But he knew her too well—her voice, her mannerisms, that familiar scent of hers still lingering in his nostrils, refusing to dissipate. He whirled around, shouting her name, but she seemed not to hear, continuing to chat and laugh with the man beside her as they walked away. She didn’t even glance back. Walter approached, noticing the fierce glare Adrian directed at the woman ahead, an almost palpable murderous aura emanating from him. "Sixth Master, you called her name, and she didn’t react at all. Could it be she just bears a resemblance, like Amy Field?" Walter had also seen the look Sienna Johnson gave Adrian earlier. Beyond the expression one might give a peculiar stranger, there were no other discernible emotions. Even if Sienna Johnson were deliberately concealing her feelings, it was impossible she could hide them so perfectly. "It’s her!" Adrian gritted out through clenched teeth. "She’s always been cunning. Her name is fake, her nationality is fake—what’s so surprising about that? Doesn’t she have a daughter? If the child is mine, that will confirm whether she’s the real Mai!" "A daughter? Sixth Master, wasn’t it a son?" "I thought it was a son too!" Walter was finding it hard to process; his mind was a whirl of confusion. Mai wasn’t Mai anymore, and the Sixth Master’s son had become a daughter. "Sienna Johnson... Heh... You just wait!" Adrian’s lips curved into a cruel smile. He turned resolutely and walked away. Walter paused for a moment, then hurried to follow. The next day, at dawn, everything Adrian wanted had arrived in just one night. Adrian’s subordinates were highly efficient. Once they locked onto Sienna Johnson as the target, they swiftly delivered all relevant information about her to Adrian, along with a paternity test report. Adrian looked at the paternity test report, his emotions a maelstrom. The report stated: —According to the STR analysis results, and excluding possibilities such as identical multiple births, consanguineous unions, or external sample contamination, Adrian Desmond is supported as the biological father of Curly Baby. Mai, no, Sienna Johnson, you’ve deceived me so bitterly!