The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 534 - 535: Sneaking an Attack on Wife Taking a Bath

Chapter 534: Chapter 535: Sneaking an Attack on Wife Taking a Bath

"I didn’t expect Bill to get married... Bill’s ruthless, murderous streak is completely different from who he is now; I still prefer the old Bill." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Alice remained silent.

Andrew continued, "Alice, have you seen Bill’s wife? An Oriental beauty, extremely gorgeous. Night Owl seems to be enchanted by her, too. She’s a woman who can make a man’s heart race..."

"Andrew, shut up!"

Alice lifted her gun, aiming at the little girl’s head. She fired, and the girl was knocked down by the force of the bullet, falling backward. Blood started to pour out of the tiny hole in her forehead. The girl’s eyes widened in horror as she fell, her short life ending.

The screams stopped. Alice holstered her pistol and said coldly, "I hate children the most. They’re so noisy!"

"I don’t like children either!" Andrew chimed in.

Alice didn’t respond.

"I don’t understand why Bill would have a child. I always thought he didn’t like children either..." Each of Andrew’s words jabbed at Alice’s vulnerable spots. "Bill has a wife now, and a child, and that beautiful Oriental wife of his is pregnant with another one..."

Alice said nothing.

"Alice, don’t you hate Bill? You two had agreed to run away together, but in the end, he abandoned you and ran off alone."

Still, Alice was silent.

"If he hadn’t abandoned you, if you had escaped from Death Island together, do you think his wife would be you now? You and Bill could be like 1673, hiding in some undiscovered place far from Death Island, living a normal life..."

Andrew is a devil, tempting souls, luring them to sin, only to plunge them into hell.

"Andrew, you don’t have to provoke me with words; I won’t be fooled! Bill is not 1673; he’s not as easy to deal with as you think. If you act rashly and ruin my plan, I’ll tell Night Owl!"

Andrew made a gesture as if sealing his lips. "Alice, I’ll shut up, OK!"

Sileria City was a bustling coastal metropolis, its nights alive with activity and noise. The car moved along the vibrant Long River Road, flanked by a dazzling array of shops, the area teeming with extraordinary excitement.

In stark contrast to the clamor outside, the interior of the car was eerily silent.

Samara had been picked up by her sister, Sienna, personally. Throughout the journey, Sienna hadn’t spoken a word to her, nor had she scolded her, but her sister’s silence still terrified Samara.

They returned to the Johnson Family estate in this tense quiet, Samara’s body rigid with anxiety.

"Samara, get out of the car," Adrian said. Seeing Samara motionless in the back seat, he had walked over and tapped on the window.

Startled, Samara looked around at the familiar surroundings, only then realizing she was home. "Okay, brother-in-law."

"Don’t be scared; your sister isn’t mad at you."

With a tearful expression, Samara said, "Brother-in-law, you don’t have to comfort me. It’s obvious my sister is angry with me."

Adrian paused, unsure how to respond.

"Brother-in-law, please put in a good word for me with my sister. She loves you so much. If you speak up for me, she won’t be mad at me anymore," Samara pleaded, clasping her hands and looking at him pitifully.

Adrian reached out, gently ruffling her hair, and smiled. "Tomorrow, I’ll take you to my company to choose some bodyguards. From now on, be good and always go out with them, and your sister won’t be angry."

"Yes, I’ll do whatever my brother-in-law says."

Curly came running out. Spotting her father, she dashed over. "Daddy..." The little meatball of a girl crashed into him, and Adrian scooped her up, kissing her cheek.

"Were you a good girl today?"

"Was Daddy a good boy?"

"Daddy was very good. If you don’t believe me, go ask Mommy."

Adrian settled his daughter on his arm, which was strong enough to easily support Curly’s weight.

"I wouldn’t dare ask Mommy. Daddy, Mommy is so scary; she scares me to death!"

She even patted her chest exaggeratedly, then turned her head and saw Samara in the car. "Auntie," she asked curiously, "why are you in my daddy’s car?"

"Ah, it’s a long story. It’s hard to explain in just a few words," Samara sighed.

Curly looked at her dad, then at her aunt, and asked, "Auntie, did you make Mommy angry?"

Samara stuck her tongue out. "Why do you automatically assume it was me? Maybe it was your dad."

"Tsk, if my dad dared to upset my mom, she would’ve dealt with him long ago. He wouldn’t be standing here perfectly fine."

Adrian was speechless.

Samara was also at a loss for words.

Adrian returned to the bedroom and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Knowing Sienna was showering, he decided on a sneak attack.

He slipped off his slippers, lightened his steps, and silently approached the door. His hand reached the knob, he twisted it, and found she had locked it from the inside.

Adrian said unhappily, "Sienna, we’re husband and wife. Why do you always lock the door when you take a shower?"

"Habit!"

"That’s a bad habit; it needs to change!"

Sienna and Adrian’s room was also decorated in an Orienta style. The large bathroom showcased the charm of a traditional Orienta courtyard; it featured grey bricks reminiscent of Qin and Han-era city walls, solid wood Orienta-style latticed windows, a rectangular massage bathtub, and corrugated bricks. Sienna stood under the showerhead, rinsing off before the grey brick wall.

The bathroom door was Redwood lattice with frosted glass, through which a slender silhouette was vaguely visible. Adrian truly loathed that obscuring door.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Are you done?"

"No!"

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Adrian, what on earth do you want? Can you just let me shower in peace?" Sienna snapped, her voice tinged with annoyance as she saw the man lingering persistently at the door.

"I need to pee!" Adrian declared, then coughed lightly.

"Is this the only bathroom in the Johnson Family’s house? If you’re that desperate, just go pee in the garden. I won’t laugh at you."

"I’m used to this one. Other places... I can’t go!"

This man!

"What do you do when you’re out? Do you hold it until you get home to use this bathroom?"

"It’s fine when I’m outside, but at home, I have to use this bathroom!"

"Then hold it in!"

Does he really take me for some naive girl, thinking I’m that easy to fool? That lecher! His mind is full of such filthy thoughts. I truly regret not holding my ground, giving in so easily, and letting this wolf into my house.

"Holding it in is bad for the kidneys. If your kidneys aren’t good, your future ’sexual’ happiness will be significantly discounted..."

"I feel like my ’sexual’ happiness is already excessive. A big discount would bring my happiness level to just right. Sixth Master, I think you need to hold it in for at least a day to get my ’sexual’ happiness level to ’just right.’"

Sienna quickly finished her shower, not even bothering to dry her hair completely, and opened the door. After all, the man at the door was "dying to pee."

The bathroom door opened, but Adrian wasn’t pleased. Who would be happy looking at a woman wrapped up like a Rice Dumpling?

"Weren’t you dying to pee? Why aren’t you going in?"

"I managed to hold it in again!"

Sienna was speechless.