The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 662 - 703: Suspecting Uncle is Fake

Sienna Johnson turned her head, meeting Melanie Carpenter’s poisonous gaze head-on. Far from being frightened by the hatred in Melanie’s eyes, Sienna actually gave her a smile in response.

To Melanie, that smile was nothing short of a taunt, a sign of gloating, and a mockery of her failure.

Sienna Johnson, your laughter won’t last long.

Without turning around, Adrian Desmond knew exactly what this woman was up to. He gently turned her head to face him and said indulgently, "You’re being naughty again, huh?"

"Are you going to see your Uncle soon?" Sienna shifted her gaze back to Adrian, curious about his plans.

"We’ll see."

"It might be good to go see him."

Adrian Desmond looked at her in surprise. Initially, she had been against him meeting Elliot Carpenter, but now she was suggesting it. Could women really be so fickle?

"Sixth Master, Madam!"

The car had been waiting for them on the side of the road. Walter Klein opened the car door for them. Adrian let Sienna get in first, then followed her inside.

Once in the car, Sienna and Adrian could speak freely.

"I’ve been so busy lately, I almost forgot about your Uncle’s situation. Aren’t you at all suspicious about him coming back from the dead?"

"You suspect my Uncle isn’t real?"

"Aren’t you suspicious? He was supposedly in a vegetative state and never woke up. I don’t know how much daily treatment for a patient in a vegetative state costs in Abyanabad, but in Sileria City, it’s thousands to tens of thousands a day to maintain their vital signs."

"If your Uncle was saved by an ordinary person, who could have afforded his treatment? Who would pay for decades of care for someone in a vegetative state without expecting anything in return?" Sienna laid out her doubts one by one.

"My Uncle’s former subordinates saved him."

"Adrian, I understand how you feel. I know you were very close to your Uncle and wish he were still alive. But this is all too unclear. Haven’t you considered that the man you’re seeing now might not be your real Uncle?"

...

"You just said that your Uncle was saved by his former subordinates. That makes it even more confusing. You’re his biological nephew, and Melanie is his biological daughter. Why would those subordinates hide Elliot Carpenter from you both for so many years? Doesn’t that go against common decency?"

Adrian stared straight ahead, his gaze distant as he mulled over Sienna’s words, though he strongly resisted her suggestions.

"It won’t hurt to be cautious. Maybe I’m overthinking things."

"Mhm."

Seeing his perfunctory response, Sienna, worried he wouldn’t investigate, emphasized, "You absolutely must check!"

"You’re such a nag!"

"Hmph, I’m only doing this for your own good. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t bother."

Adrian laughed. "Alright, I get it. I’ll investigate. I just hope you’ll worry a little less. I don’t want our son to be born frowning like a little old man."

"Don’t worry, I’ll give you a fine, chubby baby boy."

"If you give me a son, I’ll gift you a gold mine in South Goldland."

Sienna’s eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Can you try not to be so materialistic?" Her expression, eyes gleaming, reminded Adrian of his daughter clutching a diamond.

"In that case, if I give you ten sons, will you gift me ten gold mines?"

Adrian remained silent. Sienna looked at him and giggled. He kept a straight face and glared at her, which only made Sienna laugh harder.

「 」

For several days, Sienna continued to sell the bird’s nests using the same method. However, with no results, Adrian nearly persuaded her to give up.

Sienna, however, remained confident. She believed her approach was sound and that people would contact her soon.

"No need, thank you."

...

"Sorry, we’re quite busy. Please try another place."

...

"Get lost, can’t you see we’re busy?"

Her grand plans met a harsh reality; Sienna was turned away many times. Walter Klein found it hard to watch.

"Madam, shall I go teach those unappreciative people a lesson?"

Sienna answered, "We’re not racketeers. Why would you threaten and intimidate them?"

Wisely, Walter chose to remain silent.

"Come on, let’s try the next place."

"Madam, it’s lunchtime. Sixth Master said that when it’s time to eat, you must eat first," Walter reminded her, diligently keeping track of her schedule.

Sienna looked at her wristwatch and commented, "It’s already noon. Time does fly."

"Madam, the lunch Sixth Master prepared is in the car. Would you like to eat that, or shall we find a nearby restaurant?"

"Let’s eat in the car. We still have five more places to visit this afternoon."

Five more shops?

Walter really didn’t want to continue. He suggested, "Madam, perhaps we could visit the remaining five tomorrow? I’m worried you’ll overtire yourself."

"I’m not tired. I feel great."

Walter glanced at the energetic Sienna. If I’d faced that many rejections, I’d be completely demoralized by now, he thought.

"Madam, aren’t you angry? Don’t you feel sad or discouraged at all?"

"Walter, when has earning money ever been easy?"

Sienna, far from being discouraged by the rejections, seemed even more energized.

"Sixth Master earns enough for you to live lavishly for several lifetimes, Madam. You really don’t need to work this hard."

"The money I earn is mine. Sixth Master’s money... well, that could end up belonging to anyone."

Walter glanced at Sienna and advised, "Madam, it’s best you only say such things to me. Please don’t let Sixth Master hear it; he’d surely be upset."

"I know. Your Sixth Master is just... particular."

「 」

Half a month later, Sienna’s hard work finally began to pay off.

Several shops chose her bird’s nests. For future business, Sienna tailored new marketing strategies to each shop’s specialty. After discussing her ideas with the owners, they adopted her proposals.

The benefits quickly became evident.

Sienna had always understood the power of the media. She increased her investment in daily promotions, invited culinary experts from Abyanabad to discuss the benefits of medicinal cuisine, and aimed to spark a health and wellness trend in Abyanabad.

Currently, Sienna was sitting on a reef by the sea, her feet dangling in the cool water as small fish darted around her toes.

Suddenly, a head emerged from the surface of the water. Sienna gasped, her hand flying to her chest, her heart seemingly frozen.

"Don’t scream. If you do, this dagger goes into your stomach. You might survive, but your child definitely won’t!"

"Wh-what are you doing? You scared me," Sienna stammered, fighting to conceal her terror and regain her composure.

"I’m not that fool!"