Adrian Desmond looked at George with disdain and said, "Alright, you should go home now. If you don’t go back, your mom will come looking for you." "I told my mom that I’m here to play with Curly." "Curly doesn’t even want to play with you!" "Your mother-in-law doesn’t like playing with you either, yet you still shamelessly pester her!" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel•fire.net Adrian Desmond looked at George, a headache forming, and said, "Now I finally know why Curly doesn’t like you." "Why?" George looked at him seriously, eager to know. He also wanted to have a good relationship with Curly. "Because you’re so tactless?" George looked puzzled. "What’s wrong with the way I talk?" "It’s very uncomfortable to hear what you’re saying." George had a sudden realization. "Honest advice is often hard to hear! I consider you family, Father-in-Law. How could I lie to you? Actually, I know how to say flattering things, but I can’t lie to you or Curly." "Huh?" Adrian Desmond chuckled. "Father-in-law, why did you let Nike come to your home? That Nike looks like a bad guy." "Curly likes him, and I can’t do anything about it." "Don’t call me father-in-law, or I’ll throw you out." George hugged Adrian Desmond’s thigh and said playfully, "Father-in-law, if I marry Curly, I’ll take good care of her. After all, we know each other, and I grew up under your watch. Isn’t it better for Curly to marry me than to marry some stranger?" Adrian Desmond still had things to do today and didn’t have time to deal with this hyperactive child. At the Eastminster Group, a bouquet of roses from Frederick Stewart lay in the trash can. Vivian Abbey had signed for the delivery and then thrown the flowers directly into the trash. Frederick Stewart came to Sienna Johnson’s office and saw the flowers in the trash can but didn’t realize they were the ones he had sent to her. He asked, "Huh? Why are the roses thrown in the trash can?" "Because I hate the person who sent the flowers." Today there was a ribbon-cutting ceremony, and as a partner, Frederick Stewart had to attend. Sienna Johnson was dressed conventionally in a professional suit, though the color was bright. Her skin was fair, and she could pull off clothes of any color. Vivian Abbey, realizing the flowers in the trash were from Frederick Stewart, secretly scoffed. She wasn’t sure whether to call Frederick Stewart confident or arrogant. Sienna Johnson clearly didn’t like him, yet he still stubbornly tried to get closer. "Today we’ll be facing the media, don’t be nervous. I’m here..." Frederick Stewart said, adopting the stance of a protector. Sienna Johnson had experienced numerous occasions, both big and small. As the President of the Eastminster Group, she had often faced the media and was certainly not nervous. "Why aren’t you speaking? Are you too nervous? I remember you used to be terrified of facing crowds and wouldn’t even attend dances." Sienna Johnson snapped her file folder shut and said, "Mr. Stewart, you know that was in the past. Since it’s in the past, why bring it up now?" "Secretary Scarlet, what’s going on here? Didn’t you see I was in the office? Why wasn’t I notified when someone came in? Do you think this is a public market where anyone can just walk in?" Sienna Johnson and Vivian Abbey had a tacit understanding. Seeing Sienna Johnson’s anger, Vivian Abbey put on a look of sincere trepidation and said, "I’m sorry, President Johnson. Usually, an appointment is required to see you. It’s just that Mr. Stewart..." Vivian Abbey looked aggrieved as if she couldn’t stop Frederick Stewart from barging in, on the verge of tears. Sienna Johnson looked at Frederick Stewart, her expression unreadable. "Mr. Stewart, you just barged into my office without any announcement. You must have something urgent. What is it?" Frederick Stewart looked embarrassed and said, "Nothing in particular. I was just worried you wouldn’t be able to handle the media press conference this afternoon." "Mr. Stewart, you underestimate me. It’s just some local media from Sileria City; what’s there to not handle? I am, after all, the President of the Eastminster Group. If I can’t even handle some local media, then I shouldn’t be in this position." Sienna Johnson was quite assertive, leaving Frederick Stewart in an awkward position. Vivian Abbey watched from the side, secretly amused. Sienna Johnson’s queenly aura, once unleashed, was not something ordinary people could withstand. Vivian Abbey seized the opportunity to say, "President Johnson, it’s almost time. You should head to the conference hall." Sienna Johnson tidied up the files on her desk and stood up. She was wearing stiletto heels today, and she walked with an air of confidence and determination. Frederick Stewart found himself captivated by this side of her. "Mr. Stewart, aren’t you leaving? Didn’t you say you were worried I’d be nervous and that you wanted to protect me?" Sienna Johnson smiled at Frederick Stewart, but her smile was tinged with mockery. Sienna Johnson didn’t know why Frederick Stewart was suddenly trying to get close to her, but it definitely wasn’t for any good reason. Back then, Frederick Stewart had been very cold towards her. His current unusual behavior definitely meant something was amiss. She calmly waited for Frederick Stewart to make his move. She wasn’t afraid of them! Outside the Eastminster Group building, Adrian Desmond, dressed in a well-tailored suit, slowly stepped out of his car, immediately attracting the attention of passersby. Adrian Desmond walked up to the Receptionist and asked, "Which conference room is your President Johnson holding the press conference in?" The Receptionist blushed looking at Adrian Desmond’s face and stuttered, "In the atrium conference room on the 16th floor." Adrian Desmond took Walter Klein into the elevator. He glanced at his reflection on the elevator’s polished wall, satisfied with his appearance. Because he had endured hardship for a period during his youth, Adrian Desmond was extremely particular about his lifestyle; his clothes, food, housing, and transportation—everything had to be the best. The wealth he’d fought so hard for—if he didn’t squander it, how could he ever make it up to himself? Every part of Adrian Desmond’s attire, from his suit down to his socks, could be described as luxurious. "Is this really a good idea? If Madam finds out, she’ll be angry again," Walter Klein couldn’t help but say, looking at Adrian Desmond. Adrian Desmond knew that Sabrina Johnson had stolen the formula for the special medicine and planned to make her move today. Instead of preventing it, he allowed the situation to worsen, intending to stage a heroic rescue. Walter Klein couldn’t help but feel sorry for Sienna Johnson. That woman is truly heartless. If I tell her beforehand, she won’t appreciate me. Only when the situation escalates will my appearance hold any value. He watched the elevator slowly ascend, a sudden surge of excitement rising within him. The thought of soon holding that heartless woman in his arms, letting her fully experience his power and charm, made him stir with anticipation. The 16th floor arrived. Adrian Desmond strode out. However, upon seeing the scene unfolding in the conference hall, Adrian Desmond was dumbfounded.