After half an hour, Adrian Desmond felt something terribly wrong with his body. It was as if he had a high fever, burning unbearably. His blood seethed, and a desperate craving surged within him... As an adult, Adrian naturally knew what he desired. I haven’t eaten or drunk anything for three days and three nights. The only thing I’ve consumed is the food Sienna Johnson brought. She actually drugged me, and with an aphrodisiac! How much must she hate me to resort to this? Adrian Desmond took deep breaths, repeatedly trying to suppress the lust coiling within him. She wants to see me make a fool of myself, but I won’t give her the satisfaction! The door opened, and three scantily clad women sauntered in. When they saw Adrian Desmond on the bed, their eyes widened in surprise. One, who looked more mature, said brazenly, "They paid us so much, I was expecting some ugly, unwanted slob. I didn’t think he’d be this handsome. Makes you wonder if he’s sleeping with me, or if I’m sleeping with him..." Adrian Desmond had already pitched a rather conspicuous "tent" under the covers. Another woman cooed, "Oh, it’s so big! I’ve been with so many men, but this is the first time I’ve seen one this impressive... I’m a little intimidated..." "What’s there to be scared of? Is there anything your little mouth down there can’t swallow?" The three women cackled shamelessly. Adrian Desmond had never been subjected to such crude teasing. "Did Sienna Johnson send you?" Adrian Desmond asked, his voice like ice. Yet, his eyes, shimmering as if with spring water, held a captivating allure that somewhat tempered his ferocity. Adrian’s features were already exceptionally handsome; the drug’s influence only made him dangerously alluring. "We don’t know the person you mentioned," one replied. "But a woman hired us, paid a very high price. She wanted us to deliver a message to you: ’Do not do unto others what you would not want done unto yourself!’" A low chuckle rumbled from Adrian Desmond’s lips, a faint dimple appearing on his cheek, radiating an almost devilish charm. Do not do unto others what you would not want done unto yourself? Sienna Johnson, is this your method of revenge? To disgust me ? "You must be in agony right now. Let us take care of you, huh? We sisters know plenty of tricks; we’ll make you feel good..." the woman purred, her words deliberately provocative, her posture seductive. Too bad for them; Adrian Desmond wouldn’t lay a finger on them. Even if this drug killed me, I would never touch another woman. That woman is incredibly domineering and possessive. If I actually touched these prostitutes, knowing her temperament, it would be well and truly over between us. Even if I forced her, even if we were coerced into staying together, she would never genuinely give her heart to me. I might have said that if I couldn’t have her heart, I’d settle for her body. But the truth is, I’m far too greedy for just that. Her body, her heart... I want it all. I want us to be together, loving each other with all our hearts... Besides Curly, I want her to give me several more children. "Get out!" Adrian Desmond commanded, his voice deep and resonant. The women were baffled. The man had merely uttered a soft command, yet an inexplicable fear kept them from advancing. "You’re clearly suffering. Are you sure you want us to leave?" One woman brazenly shed her clothes, exposing her shapely figure. To Adrian Desmond, it was just a mass of pale flesh, and a wave of revulsion washed over him. "I’m telling you for the last time: get out!" Adrian’s voice, though still low, was now laced with a dangerous, suppressed fury. One of the women, however, had already set her sights on him and wasn’t about to give up so easily. "Don’t try to be strong. I know you’re in pain... Let me help you..." The woman reached for him. A horrifying shriek tore through the air. Adrian Desmond had caught her hand and, with a sharp, deliberate twist, snapped her wrist. The other two women blanched, rooted to the spot in terror. The one with the broken wrist didn’t even dare to breathe, her hand hanging at a grotesque, sickening angle. This time, Adrian Desmond didn’t need to repeat himself. The three women scrambled out in utter disgrace, one of them fleeing completely naked. The door hadn’t been locked. Adrian Desmond, his anger intensifying with each passing moment, rose and stalked out. There was no one guarding the corridor. Such a despicable act would naturally be kept quiet, away from prying eyes, he surmised. I truly underestimated Sienna Johnson. To think she has the connections to order around public officials. Sienna Johnson, you’re the one who started this! He stared into the distance, his eyes vacant yet holding a trace of a sneer, his expression remaining icily composed. He strode out just like that. 「The Johnson Residence.」 Curly’s room was adjacent to Sienna Johnson’s. Every evening, whenever Sienna had the time, she would read her daughter a bedtime story. Curly, however, was quite particular and showed little interest in traditional fairy tales, which often proved a source of frustration for Sienna. "Mom, are you really going to marry Father Kenneth?" "Mm. It’s not quite marriage yet, just an engagement for now." Curly snuggled into Sienna Johnson’s embrace, her small, soft body exuding a faint, milky scent. "What’s wrong?" Sienna asked gently. "Don’t you like Father Kenneth?" "I do like him," Curly admitted, then added with a worried frown, "But... what if my real daddy comes back?" "Curly, do you want to meet your biological father?" Sienna asked. The thought of Adrian Desmond surfaced, and a wave of apprehension washed over her; she instinctively felt that man would shatter the tranquil life she and her daughter shared. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel[f]ire.net The Sixth Master of the Amwaka Strait, a formidable figure who held sway over both legitimate businesses and the underworld—that title alone was enough to make me cautious. Our Johnson Family would absolutely never get entangled with anyone involved in organized crime. I have no idea how many enemies Adrian Desmond has. If they came seeking revenge, I couldn’t bear for us to become collateral damage. "Does he want to see me?" Curly countered. "What about you? I’m asking what you want," Sienna clarified. "Mom, you’re fibbing, aren’t you? He didn’t really go far away to work and earn money for Curly, did he?" Sienna Johnson kissed her daughter’s forehead and admitted gently, "Yes... The truth is... our relationship fell apart, so we divorced." "You got divorced, and he hasn’t come to see me even once? Did he get married again and have other children? Is that why he doesn’t like me anymore?" Children these days were so perceptive; it always gave Sienna a headache. "I only know that he remarried. As for whether he has other children now, I’m not entirely sure." "So, he doesn’t want me anymore, right?" Sienna Johnson had faced down countless media scrums and deflected the most pointed questions from reporters, but she had never felt this flustered. "It’s Mommy being selfish. I don’t want him to know about you. Because if he found out you exist, he would take you away from me. Curly, Mommy can’t lose you..." Sienna Johnson hugged her daughter’s small frame tightly, her voice laced with a deep sorrow. Adrian Desmond’s sudden appearance had left her feeling deeply uneasy and apprehensive. It was like the oppressive quiet before a raging tempest, giving no hint of the terrible events that might be lying in wait for her. Her greatest vulnerability was, and always would be, the little girl nestled in her arms.