The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Ivy Evans was getting into it too, her body twisting, looking both pained and joyful.

"Interesting!"

The man didn’t bother with the woman who came to him willingly and began to "work".

Half an hour later, the naked Ivy Evans was mercilessly thrown out of the car by the man.

The man had no idea about the whereabouts of the mysterious man, he just used this as an excuse to toy with Ivy Evans.

At night, the temperature outside had dropped significantly, Ivy Evans was naked and shivering.

"Damn man!"

Ivy Evans didn’t expect to be deceived and end up like this.

In her current state, she couldn’t go anywhere.

Luckily, when she was pushed out of the car by the man earlier, she cleverly took her handbag with her.

There was a phone in the handbag, and Ivy Evans called Sienna Johnson instead of anyone else.

In the middle of the night, Sienna Johnson had just fallen asleep, only to be woken up by a phone call.

Sienna Johnson irritably turned on the light, glanced at Adrian Desmond who was still asleep beside her, picked up her phone, and saw it was her private number.

"Who is this?" A strange number.

Night Owl? Sienna Johnson instinctively thought of Night Owl.

"Hello?" Sienna Johnson asked warily.

"Aunt... sob sob..."

Ivy Evans?!

Sienna Johnson furrowed her brows tightly, not knowing why Ivy Evans would call her. Clearly, they weren’t close, and she didn’t like this girl from the relative’s family at all, yet Ivy Evans always tried to cling to her.

No one could beat her thick-skinned persistence!

"It’s very late, what do you want from me?" Sienna Johnson’s tone was cold.

"Aunt, I was raped... sob sob... I don’t want to live anymore..."

Sienna Johnson: ...

"Aunt, tell my parents, Ivy is unfilial, and can’t take care of them in their old age."

Sienna Johnson: Were they even that close? Ivy Evans actually gave her a last message.

If it weren’t for concern about the Briggs Family and her cousin Lucy Briggs, Sienna Johnson really wanted to hang up the phone.

"Where are you now?"

"I don’t know where I am either. Sob sob..."

A dark little forest, no lights around, Ivy Evans curled up on the ground, hugging her knees, shivering.

"Achoo, Achoo..." Ivy Evans, frozen, sneezed several times.

Sienna Johnson was extremely annoyed, "Look around, is there any building or noticeable landmark?"

"No... nothing at all... sob sob... why am I so miserable to suffer such a terrible thing."

"..."

"Cousin, he didn’t even leave me any clothes, I feel like I’m going to freeze to death... Achoo..."

Sienna Johnson sneered, wasn’t she going to commit suicide? Freezing to death would be a fast way.

"Hold on, I’ll have someone pick you up."

With that, Sienna Johnson hung up the phone without even bothering to say another word.

Sienna Johnson called Sally over, explained the situation briefly, "This is her phone number, ask Aaron Faber to check and see if he can find her exact location."

Sally said, "Madam, that woman has ill intentions, do we really want to bring her back to the Johnson Family? I’m afraid once she comes, she won’t leave."

"Pick her up and take her straight to the Evan’s family in Southwood City! Say nothing, just drop her off and come back immediately!"

Bring her to the Johnson Family?

Her brain must be waterlogged, Adrian’s situation had her overwhelmed; where would she find the energy to deal with Ivy Evans, this troublemaker.

If it were a congenial relative, she’d be happy to help, but Ivy Evans was after Adrian, and Sienna Johnson wasn’t about to forgive her so easily.

"Yes, Madam!"

Sally was glad that Sienna Johnson was rational and smart, not misguided at critical moments.

The situation was so tense now; Adrian was comatose, there was no spare energy to deal with the troublemaking Ivy Evans.

Sally was really worried that Ivy Evans would cause some trouble.

...

Aaron Faber had been living at the Johnson Family home.

Ever since Sienna Johnson found out he liked Samara, he had become even more brazen. As long as he won Samara’s heart, once she turned 20, he could win her over.

Yet, Samara was completely clueless about relationships between men and women.

Now she was even saying she doesn’t want to get married, just wants to live with her family; what kind of talk is that?

What woman doesn’t want to get married?

"In the small forest near North Hill Park." Aaron Faber found the phone’s location and told Sally the address.

Sally heard that Ivy Evans wasn’t wearing any clothes, thought about the minus ten degree weather outside, stalling and procrastinating, last time falling into a swimming pool didn’t freeze her to death, this time it might actually give her pneumonia.

Ivy Evans would only settle down when she got sick.

"Aren’t you leaving?" Aaron Faber asked.

"No rush."

Sally actually sat down in Aaron Faber’s room; Aaron Faber looked at Sally with horror, "Sally, my heart belongs to Samara, don’t fall for me."

"..."

"Even if you like me, it’s pointless, I will never love you."

Sally: I feel like killing him, what should I do?

"Mr. Faber, I like rugged and honest men, a sissy like you isn’t my type. Besides, you’re too short."

Aaron Faber was struck, "How am I a sissy? I’m refined and elegant, okay? How is 180cm short?"

Sally is 1.76 meters tall, so to her, 180cm men are short.

"You’re only 4cm taller than me."

"I’m 15cm taller than Samara."

Sally pointed out, "So what? She doesn’t like you."

Aaron Faber wasn’t one to take things lying down; he directly attacked her soft spot with words, "That man doesn’t like you either."

"..."

Aaron Faber glanced at Sally, "Oh, maybe it’s because you’re too tall."

"Shut up!"

"You can’t handle a divorced man, Sally, I don’t know what else to say. Oh, poor woman!"

Sally countered, "You can’t even handle a simple, innocent girl like a blank sheet of paper, what right do you have to mock me?"

Aaron Faber’s face turned cold, the two were like two roosters ready to fight, any more and they would have started brawling.

"It’s late, a single man and woman alone in a room would cause gossip, have a safe trip, I won’t see you off!"

Aaron Faber pushed her out and shut the door with a bang.

The sound of things being smashed came from inside, Sally heard it, sighed, and thought Aaron Faber was quite pitiful.

Clearly a rich young master, working as an underling for Adrian, and now pinning for a woman who doesn’t even like him.

Sally suddenly remembered a poem Curly had been reciting recently.

"Though we share misfortunes in a foreign land, why should we have ever met?"

Sally felt she and Aaron Faber were both pitiable people.

After so many years, finally liking someone, only to find out the other person doesn’t like you at all.

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