Adrian Desmond looked at the little girl. Because of Curly, he spoke more gently to other little girls, especially those of Curly’s age. He asked, "Goddess? Do you know what a goddess is?" "Of course, Tori knows. A goddess is a very, very beautiful woman. Uncle, you’re a male god, which means you’re a very, very handsome man!" "I’m sorry, she usually talks a lot," the mother said apologetically. "My daughter talks even more than her. It’s good for children to talk a lot; it’s boring when they’re quiet and introverted all the time," Adrian Desmond said. "Mr. Desmond, you seem to like children?" the mother asked. She had heard Sienna Johnson call him Mr. Desmond earlier, so she did the same. "I love my daughter!" As for other children... it depends on the situation. "Mr. Desmond must be a good father." "I’m trying to be a good father and a good husband!" Tori suddenly asked, "Uncle, can you be my daddy?" The receptionist’s expression changed drastically when she heard this. She hurriedly covered her daughter’s mouth and apologized to Adrian Desmond, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this child always speaks without thinking. Mr. Desmond, please don’t mind." Adrian Desmond looked at Tori and said, "I’m sorry, Uncle can’t be your daddy. Uncle already has a daughter." "Tori, say goodbye to Uncle." "Oh..." Tori said in a low voice, "Goodbye, Uncle." Adrian Desmond watched Sienna Johnson. She walked inside and took the elevator upstairs but didn’t immediately return to her office. His life now revolved around Sienna Johnson and Curly; he had delegated all matters in Abyanabad to his subordinates. "I will get her back sooner or later!" He shouted at her. Sienna Johnson entered the elevator, smiling back at him. But as the doors slowly closed, the smile vanished from her face. Her face was filled with a grim, murderous aura, like a general about to enter battle. "Come on, Sienna!" Adrian Desmond whispered to the slowly rising elevator. When Sienna Johnson returned to her office, Kenneth Brown was there too. Kenneth Brown looked at her, his expression somewhat complicated. Sienna Johnson went to the Tea Room, poured herself a glass of water, and sat on the sofa in the lounge area, beckoning Kenneth Brown to join her. Sienna Johnson was a very efficient woman. After what happened today, she naturally wouldn’t wait until tomorrow to deal with it. "Have you investigated? Who exactly leaked the formula?" Kenneth Brown felt extremely guilty. He had never hidden anything from Sienna Johnson, but now, despite knowing who did it, he couldn’t say. "I haven’t found out yet," Kenneth Brown said, his words belying his conscience. "Go to the police first thing tomorrow morning and ask them to help investigate. Leaking the formula was undoubtedly for money. Have the police check the bank accounts of all the research institute staff for any recent large fund transfers. If there are any, then those individuals are highly suspicious." Sienna Johnson provided Kenneth Brown with a line of inquiry. He lowered his head, hands clasped, not daring to look at her. Sienna Johnson thought Kenneth Brown was blaming himself, so she comforted him, "Don’t blame yourself; I’m not blaming you. Besides, it takes all sorts to make a world. You don’t have the special ability to read minds, so how could you know who’s good and who’s bad?" Sienna Johnson’s words struck Kenneth Brown like daggers to his chest. He almost suspected she knew something and was saying it intentionally to him. Indeed, one really shouldn’t do bad things. "I understand. Rest assured, I will definitely get to the bottom of this." "Okay, you should go home and get some rest now." Kenneth Brown didn’t want Sienna Johnson to continue working late, so he said, "I’ll wait for you." "No need, you have a lot on your plate too. After we find out who leaked the formula, the research institute will also need some restructuring." Although Sienna Johnson didn’t verbally blame Kenneth Brown excessively, she still felt he bore significant responsibility for the formula leak. "I know." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel★fire.net "You should go first. Be careful on your way," Sienna Johnson said. Kenneth Brown couldn’t bring himself to face Sienna Johnson now. He turned and strode away. Sienna Johnson closed her eyes, replaying the day’s events over and over, trying to piece together some clues, but found no leads. Sabrina Johnson, is it? Sienna Johnson realized she and Sabrina Johnson were truly incompatible rivals, destined never to coexist peacefully. She couldn’t understand Sabrina Johnson’s hatred for her. Sabrina had clearly gained so much, yet she still didn’t know contentment. Sabrina Johnson, I think you have too much free time. It seems I need to find some trouble for you. Sienna Johnson decided she would make some time to cause Sabrina Johnson some discomfort. Her phone suddenly rang. It was Adrian Desmond. "What else do you want?" she asked coldly. "Oh, I forgot to tell you just now, I have evidence of Sabrina Johnson stealing the formula." "Why didn’t you give it to me just now?" Adrian Desmond sat in his car, looking at the lit window. He said, "I’m heading home. When you finish work, come to my place and find me." No matter how she thought about it, Sienna Johnson felt like she was walking into a tiger’s den. "I’ll send my secretary to get it," she said. "I don’t trust anyone else; I only trust you. If you don’t come tonight, I will burn these documents!" "If I come to get them, what are you asking for in return?" Sienna Johnson didn’t think Adrian Desmond would give them to her for free. "One kiss! You owe me!" "Alright, then when I get to your place, we’ll meet at the door!" Adrian Desmond laughed. "Of course, I don’t mind. However, you currently have a boyfriend. I’m afraid if someone sees us kissing, it might damage your reputation. I’m indifferent to such things; it’s up to you, President Johnson, whether you care or not." Sienna Johnson felt a severe headache coming on. On one hand, her rational mind told her Adrian Desmond was dangerous and she should stay away. On the other hand, the reality was she desperately wanted those documents. Today, with Noah Phillips’s help, she had managed to temporarily stabilize the situation. However, if she couldn’t produce strong evidence soon, they would be put in a passive position. "Alright. I’ll come find you after I finish my work." Adrian Desmond laughed, even his voice tinged with delight. "Sienna, I’ll be waiting for you in bed. I’ll wait however long it takes." His suggestive tone infuriated Sienna Johnson. If Adrian Desmond had been standing in front of her, she really would have kicked him. Sienna Johnson slammed the phone down. The large office fell silent. A wave of loneliness washed over Sienna Johnson. She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the bustling nightscape spread out before her. Suddenly, she was struck by the profound loneliness that comes with being at the top. "Dad, I’m so tired," Sienna Johnson murmured, looking up at the brightest star in the sky. Her father had once said that when people die, they become stars. That brightest star... it must be her father.