Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy!-Chapter 368: Something Happened

Even Jude Sinclair will have to change his surname to Fairchild.

"Alright, alright, from now on I’ll call you..." Old Mrs. Fairchild looked at Pomelo, thoughtfully considering.

After a long pause, she clapped her hands and said, "How about we call you Vivian Fairchild? Vivian, as in the elegant flowing hair."

"What’s the meaning of ’Vivian’?" Pomelo had not formally started school yet, so naturally couldn’t recognize the characters of ’Vivian.’

However, Seraphina Sinclair was very satisfied with this name: "Vivian describes a woman’s graceful posture, it’s indeed a good name."

"Vivian Fairchild?" Pomelo’s bright eyes widened innocently at Jude Sinclair, "I’m called Vivian Fairchild? Brother, I have a name now."

"Yes." Jude Sinclair naturally felt happy for Pomelo too.

Since Old Mrs. Fairchild had chosen a name for Pomelo, the registration process needed to be expedited.

Only by officially making Pomelo a member of the Fairchild Family would Annie be at ease.

Seraphina Sinclair felt overburdened recently. Even though the suppression from the Grant Group had been dealt with, various issues kept arising, leaving her exhausted.

And the thing Seraphina Sinclair worried about the most finally happened.

"What did you say?" Seraphina Sinclair sat in her office, suddenly slamming the table in shock.

"Boss, you heard correctly, something has happened on Diamond Island." Irene Rowe frowned, her tone heavy.

"What’s going on? How are they handling things?" Seraphina Sinclair’s voice suddenly rose, clearly dissatisfied with the way the Diamond Island higher-ups handled the situation.

Seeing Seraphina Sinclair’s angry expression, Irene Rowe softly interjected, "Boss, what should we do now? Should we head back?"

Seraphina Sinclair furrowed her brows, saying seriously, "Book me a ticket back to Diamond Island, I’m leaving immediately."

"Yes!"

Learning about Seraphina Sinclair’s situation, Desmond Fairchild felt concerned and immediately followed her.

It was then that Quentin Jennings received word that the previously dormant underground trade on Diamond Island showed signs of activity again, seemingly gearing up for a real transaction.

Desmond Fairchild and Seraphina Sinclair arrived one after the other on Diamond Island.

The night quietly descended.

A tall figure hurried through the narrow alleys of Diamond Island. In front of him, several men dressed in black sprinted frantically, darting around, seemingly terrified of the man behind them.

The tall man held a small pistol, his fair face smeared with olive green camouflage paint. Dressed in a neat and swift black ensemble, he exuded a heroic and decisive aura.

"Those in front better drop the goods and surrender, or I’ll shoot," the man threatened, noticing the speed at which the others bolted, unable to get closer, he resorted to verbal threats.

Who would have thought the others, upon hearing this, would not drop their belongings but instead flee even more fiercely.

At an intersection, the group scattered, leaving the man in black momentarily at a loss.

He hesitated for a moment then decided to chase the man holding the goods.

Just as he was about to capture the man in front, a small figure suddenly dashed out from the side and delivered a hook punch.

Soon the two became entangled in combat, and in the midst of their struggle, the man ahead had vanished.

The man touched his face smeared with camouflage paint, a hint of impatience showing, he shouted at the woman, "Do you know what kind of crime it is to obstruct police work?"

"Police? You?" The woman revealed a skeptical expression, clearly disbelieving.

Before she finished speaking, she launched another attack, each move fierce and devoid of any femininity.

"Are you insane? Regardless of whether I am indeed a cop, even if I’m not, what business is it of yours? Or are you in cahoots with them?" Thinking this, the man grew serious, his gaze toward the woman becoming cold.

"I think you seem like one of them." The woman’s voice was cold, her demeanor even colder. She seemed unwilling to converse with the man, her brows furrowing subconsciously each time she was about to speak.

"So you’re not with them?" The man looked doubtful, "If you’re not with them, why hinder me?"

"For the public good!" Saying this, the woman turned and executed a tornado kick aimed at the man. Her kick was forceful, and though the man’s martial skills were decent, he couldn’t withstand the blow and was knocked to the ground.

Seeing him toppled over, the woman quickly followed with two swift steps, pressing her foot onto his chest, her sharp gaze fixed on him: "Speak, what’s your relation with those people?"

Having been kicked hard, the man felt an acute pain in his chest, unable to react before being pinned down, his expression turned even grimmer.

Never did he expect in his lifetime, that a woman would beat him to the ground, it was an utter disgrace.

"I’m asking you a question!" The woman’s patience seemed thin, and every time she spoke, she didn’t want to say much, always looking at the man with a cold glare, as if staring at a pile of trash.

For some reason, this icy gaze seemed to poke at the man’s heart, instinctively sensing that the woman wasn’t evil. Instead of admitting defeat, he playfully retorted to the woman: "Miss, I’ve already told you I’m not a bad guy, why do you cling to me? Could it be you’re interested in me? Trying to catch my attention with this method?"

Though his face was thickly coated with paint, the man’s smile revealed a row of bright white teeth, lending him a sunny, youthful appearance.

Facing this handsome face, the woman instantly blushed, her tone growing more impatient: "Rogue!"

"Am I wrong? Since you’re not with those people, and we bear no grudge, you’re persistently holding onto me, aren’t you expressing feelings for me? Let me tell you, you’ve succeeded in capturing my attention, your fiery spirit is quite appealing to me." The man smirked mischievously, his deep, slanted eyes never leaving the woman’s clear gaze behind her mask.

To possess such vibrant eyes, she probably wasn’t a bad person either.

The woman seemed angered by his rogue demeanor, blushing yet outraged, unsure of what to say, she simply delivered another fierce kick, hurling a low curse: "Pervert!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"What’s your name? Where do you live? Can I have your contact info? Or you could directly come back with me?" The man kept chattering, clearly noticing the woman’s lack of eloquence, he continued speaking to distract her.

He indeed succeeded, as it seemed the woman had never encountered such a relentless man before, momentarily at a loss for response, her eyes wide with anger but taking no further action.

Seeing the man on the ground about to speak, the woman did not give him a chance, swiftly disappearing before his eyes.

After she left, the man laboriously sat up, gnashing his teeth as he rubbed his chest.

"That woman is really ruthless, I think my rib might be broken." The man struggled to wipe off the heavy paint on his face, revealing a dirty face.