Sienna Johnson tried to push Adrian Desmond’s leg. His long leg was pressing down on Kenneth Brown’s hand, but it was so firmly planted that she couldn’t budge it. Mother Brown knelt on the ground, pleading tearfully with Adrian Desmond, "Sir, please let my son go! I’ll take him and leave immediately, and we will never appear before Sienna Johnson again!" "Please, I beg of you..." Mother Brown sobbed. A beauty brings disaster! Such a beautiful woman; she knew her son couldn’t resist. If she had been more assertive from the beginning, her son wouldn’t have endured all this suffering. "Let go of him now!" Sienna Johnson shouted at Adrian Desmond. Only then did Adrian Desmond lift his foot. But Kenneth Brown’s hand bones had been completely crushed. When Adrian Desmond made a move, he was always ruthless! This update is available on ⓝovelFire.net "Adrian Desmond, what on earth are you trying to do?" Sienna Johnson hadn’t expected him to actually harm Kenneth Brown... "Humph, so President Johnson recognizes me now! Not going to pretend you don’t know me anymore?" he said sarcastically. "If anything happens to Kenneth, I won’t let you get away with this!" "In a little while, you won’t be thinking that." Adrian Desmond’s eyes held a trace of pity as he looked at Sienna Johnson. Just as the scene descended into chaos, suggestive sounds suddenly filled the air. It was a sound with which any man or woman who had experienced intimacy would be intimately familiar. Everyone looked around in confusion, only to see the large screen—which moments before had been playing background music—now displaying an explicit scene. One man with three women, how wild! Mothers with children quickly pulled them close, shielding their eyes. Before Adrian Desmond had even entered, he’d already arranged for Curly to be taken away, ensuring such filth wouldn’t taint his daughter’s eyes. "I think I grabbed the wrong USB Drive..." Adrian Desmond said, his face a mask of innocence. Walter Klein watched the Sixth Master’s masterful performance, thinking that their Sixth Master definitely had the talent to win an Oscar. Though the Sixth Master could have easily relied on his looks in the entertainment industry, he was fully capable of succeeding based on genuine skill. "There’s a saying in Orienta: ’A man fears choosing the wrong career, a woman fears marrying the wrong man.’ Sienna, you really ought to thank me. Because of me, you get to see clearly what kind of trash you were about to marry!" Adrian Desmond was smiling, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Sienna Johnson, who had just been furiously berating Adrian Desmond, was now completely stunned. The image on screen was so clear. If she still couldn’t recognize the leading man in the video, she’d have to be blind. Sienna Johnson, in her pure white wedding dress, stood there like a living joke. The man who was about to become her fiancé was not at all the wonderful person she had imagined. She had no idea he possessed such perverse inclinations—actually enjoying group sex! Sienna Johnson felt an urge to vomit. She took a step back, putting some distance between herself and the man on the ground, who was in so much pain he couldn’t straighten his back. "Kenneth Brown, I never expected you to be this kind of person!" Kenneth Brown also sensed something was wrong. Enduring the excruciating pain, he looked up. When he saw the scene on the screen, he was utterly dumbfounded. Sienna Johnson’s gaze towards Kenneth Brown was laced with venom, as if she wanted to kill him then and there. "How could this be happening..." Kenneth Brown saw the nightmarish scene. He recalled not being entirely conscious that night, clinging to the faint hope that he had merely lain with those three women all night and that nothing more had happened. "No, Sienna, listen to me, it’s not what you think! That night, I..." Kenneth Brown reached for Sienna Johnson’s dress, but she recoiled, looking at him with revulsion. "Kenneth Brown, you’ve disappointed me immensely!" She didn’t love Kenneth Brown, but she had held certain aspirations for their marriage. She had imagined it not as one of fiery passion, but of gentle, enduring companionship. He would be by her side as she navigated the business world, and perhaps, with time, she might even have developed feelings for him. But this man... this man was utterly repulsive! "Sienna, listen to my explanation, that night..." Suddenly, a woman’s voice interjected, "President Johnson, I’m carrying Kenneth’s child. Please, allow us to be together." Sienna Johnson turned to look at the speaker. The woman, who had followed the police in earlier, was visibly pregnant, a detail Sienna Johnson had noted. So, this pregnant woman was carrying Kenneth Brown’s child. "Kenneth doesn’t love you at all! The person he loves is me!" Sienna Johnson nearly fainted from anger. Pauline Briggs, shedding her usual image of a noble and elegant matriarch, grabbed a nearby wine bottle and smashed it towards Kenneth Brown, screaming, "Kenneth Brown, get out! Get out of our house!" The woman squatted down, hugged Kenneth Brown, and cried, "Kenneth, I don’t want wealth and riches! Please, don’t marry that masculine woman you dislike just to become a live-in son-in-law for her family! I’m begging you! If not for me, think about our son! Do you want our son to be born illegitimate?" Masculine woman? Sienna Johnson glared at Kenneth Brown. So that’s how this man described her to his lover! "Get away from me!" Kenneth Brown, tormented by both physical and emotional pain, tried to explain, but with so many voices clamoring, he couldn’t get a word in. "Kenneth, I won’t go! I won’t! If we go, we go together... Kenneth, I know you want me and our child to live a life of luxury. I know if you marry that masculine woman, you could save yourself decades of struggle, and our child and I could live an upper-class life. But, Kenneth, I don’t want that... The child and I only want you..." "Don’t marry that fierce, frigid, masculine woman! I know you’re not happy with her at all!" Masculine woman, frigid? Was that how Kenneth Brown truly saw her?! Sienna Johnson felt like she had been utterly blind. Arnold Cooper spoke up, "Sienna, since this man doesn’t want to marry you, why don’t we get married! I’d be more than willing to marry you. No, I mean, I’ll marry into your family!" Adrian Desmond hadn’t expected an unexpected rival to suddenly appear. He looked at the red-haired Arnold Cooper. He remembered this kid—wasn’t this Young Master Cooper, who had been pursuing Sienna Johnson for several years? Heh heh! He’s barely a man, and he thinks he can compete with me for a woman?! "Arnold, if you dare marry into the Johnson Family, I’ll die!" Arnold Cooper’s grandmother, from the Cooper Family, delivered the harsh ultimatum. For years, Arnold Cooper’s feelings for Sienna Johnson had never wavered. The Cooper Family had only Arnold as their sole male heir; how could they possibly allow their only successor to marry into his wife’s family, thereby ending the Cooper family line? So, upon learning that Arnold Cooper intended to attend Sienna Johnson’s engagement ceremony, the entire Cooper Family had turned out, terrified that he might try to crash the wedding and elope with the bride! Several women began to cry, "Arnold, we’d be failing the ancestors of the Cooper Family! If you marry into the Johnson Family, we’ll all go to our graves... since you clearly don’t want us anymore."