Adrian Desmond realized he was teasing her. The bad-tempered little woman was about to get annoyed, so he simply stopped messing with her and started discussing serious matters. "I had someone investigate Sabrina Johnson and Frederick Stewart last night. You can’t handle them; don’t act recklessly," he advised worriedly. He knew her father-daughter relationship with Dexter Johnson was deep. Back in Abyanabad, she had demanded to return mostly because of Dexter. Discovering unexpectedly that Dexter Johnson had actually been murdered, Adrian was truly afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist impulsively seeking out Sabrina Johnson and her associates. In the traditional hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, commerce was considered the lowest profession in ancient times. The Johnson Family was once a scholarly family, but with the decline in their numbers, their connections and strength had waned compared to the past. Even holding the recording that could prove Sabrina Johnson and Frederick Stewart’s guilt, Sienna Johnson knew that Frederick Stewart must have a way to escape legal sanctions. Over the years, she had worked hard to expand the Johnson Family’s business so they would no longer be subject to others. But now she realized she was still very weak; under those absolute powers, her strength was like that of a fragile ant. "I’ll help you, Sienna." "Mr. Desmond, what compensation would I need to pay?" Sienna Johnson asked, all business. In this world, there were no free lunches. If someday a free lunch truly fell from the sky, the prudent Sienna Johnson wouldn’t dare accept it. Who knew if the free lunch would turn into a trap? "What if I asked you to marry me?" Adrian Desmond asked tentatively, then nervously awaited her answer. Even though he knew she was more likely to refuse, Adrian still clung to a sliver of hope. "Kenneth and I are engaged. Kenneth is a good man... He may not be the best, but he is the most suitable for me." It was Kenneth Brown again. "If there were no Kenneth Brown, would you marry me?" "I haven’t thought about it." "Then you can start thinking about it now." The guard came. Adrian could no longer chat with Sienna and said, "I have to hang up. I’ll call you tonight." "Okay." Anyway, she didn’t have an opportunity to say no. In prison, Adrian Desmond stuffed his cell phone into a hole in the wall and covered it with a painting of Marilyn Monroe. A Prison Guard then walked in. "Adrian Desmond, come out!" Tiger looked worriedly at Adrian Desmond, who flipped down from the upper bunk. He glanced at the two Prison Guards and asked, "What’s the matter?" In prison, everyone was usually called by their number; each prisoner had one. Adrian Desmond’s case was special; he had no number. "You’ll find out when you get there." Adrian Desmond glanced at the two Prison Guards as they cuffed his hands and shackled his legs. Frowning, he sensed something was wrong. The situation didn’t look good. As they walked out, two more armed Prison Guards stood at the door. Two Prison Guards led the way, while the other two pointed guns at him from behind. Adrian Desmond covertly observed the situation, discovering they were actually leaving the prisoner activity area. Where were they taking him? At the Johnson Family residence. Curly hurried into her mother’s room, holding a beautiful jewelry box. The box was made of rosewood, with exquisite carvings on top. The box itself was valuable, even without considering its contents. "Where did this box come from?" Curly opened the box excitedly, revealing a dazzling array of diamonds: pink, blue, red, green... Every color imaginable was there, filling the entire box and nearly blinding the eye with their brilliance. "Mom, are they beautiful?" "Yes, they’re very beautiful." And this whole box of jewels must be incredibly valuable. "Is my real dad very rich?" Curly’s eyes shone as she looked at Sienna Johnson. Sienna felt a shiver run down her spine under her daughter’s gaze. "I’m not sure." "If he is very rich, I guess I can accept him as my dad." Curly’s eyes were filled with little calculations. Sienna Johnson couldn’t help but shake her head. Growing up, Sienna had rarely denied Curly anything and had always given her ample pocket money. Why was she so obsessed with money? "So vain! A single box of diamonds was enough to buy you," Sienna Johnson said, jokingly poking her daughter’s forehead. Curly chuckled. "Mom, you can buy me with a box of diamonds too!" "I don’t have that many diamonds." "Mom, do you like them? I’ll give you a few... But this pink diamond is my favorite, and this red one is so adorable too. The blue one is like the Ocean, and this white diamond is so sparkly... I love them all!" "You love all of them? Then which one do you plan on giving me?" Curly frowned, looking troubled. "Since you like them, next time Dad calls, I’ll ask him to send you a box too." "I don’t want it! Don’t you dare say such a thing." "If you don’t want it, you can ask him to give it to me instead!" "You are not to ask people for things! Do you hear me?" Sienna Johnson said sternly, trying to instill some discipline. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novｅlfire.net Sienna Johnson had always been strict in educating her daughter on morals, intelligence, physical well-being, aesthetics, and diligence. Yet, Curly still had a host of bad habits. Now that she had met Curly’s biological father, Sienna finally understood: these traits were all due to the undesirable genes passed down from Adrian Desmond. "But Dad isn’t ’people’!" Fearing her mother would make her return the box of diamonds, Curly quickly locked it, clutched it tightly to her chest, and eyed her mother warily. "Alright, alright, no one’s going to take it from you." "Dad gave it to me, so why shouldn’t I keep it? I’m his daughter, and he hasn’t paid a dime of child support all these years I’ve been growing up. This box of diamonds can count as child support." "Your child support is certainly expensive." "Of course! Dad said I’m a ’priceless treasure.’" Sienna Johnson genuinely didn’t know how Adrian Desmond had managed to win over the little girl’s heart in just a few short days. Curly had been right under her nose; how on earth had Adrian connected with her? "You can’t let anyone else know that Dad sent you diamonds, okay?" "My Godmother knows." "It’s okay if your Godmother knows." "Okay, Mom, I understand." Sienna Johnson stroked her daughter’s head, looking at her with affection. Curly was still fiddling with the jewelry box, clearly captivated. Her happiness was so simple and pure; Sienna almost envied her. "Mom, do you have to go to work today?" Curly’s big eyes stared at her. Sienna wondered what she was thinking.Sienna also knew she had woken up a bit late and probably wouldn’t have time for breakfast. She went to the bathroom to freshen up, and Curly followed, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, watching her mother wash her face and brush her teeth. "What are you doing?" "Mom, I heard Godmother say that men in Abyanabad can marry many wives. So, Mom, can you marry many husbands too?" Sienna Johnson was thoroughly shocked. Marry many husbands?