The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

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Although Jayce was unwilling to leave, he did not dare to defy Night Owl’s orders and said softly, "Yes!" before leaving.

The large room was left with only Night Owl. Lying on the bed, Night Owl thought of that kiss...

He closed his eyes, recalling the scenes of that day.

The brief yet unforgettable entanglement of that day made Night Owl feel as if he was trapped in a sweet nightmare, where just closing his eyes would bring him dreams of Sienna Johnson.

For him, this was a brand-new sensation. He was addicted to the feeling she brought him, gradually finding it difficult to extricate himself.

Night Owl knew that continuing this way was dangerous but couldn’t control himself.

"Javier, if you want to become strong, you must eliminate all your weaknesses!"

His father’s teachings still lingered in his ears; he had killed his beloved sister, disposing of all his weaknesses.

According to his father’s teachings, the wisest action regarding Sienna Johnson was to kill her.

He could make her into a specimen, a precious collectible of his, but if Sienna Johnson became a dead object, she would lose her allure.

Night Owl couldn’t resist dialing Sienna Johnson’s phone; he wanted to hear her voice, now, immediately.

"Hello?" It was a strange number, Sienna Johnson’s tone carried curiosity.

Night Owl remained silent, and the woman on the other end didn’t speak either, leaving the two at a stalemate.

"Night Owl?" Sienna Johnson asked tentatively.

"How did you guess it was me?" Night Owl lay on the bed, his body spread out like a "big" character.

"If it were a scam message, they’d already be using all sorts of information to lure me. But since there’s no word, it must be someone familiar wanting to talk but not knowing what to say."

Night Owl’s vexation was easily soothed by the woman’s cool, indifferent few words.

"You’re smart; I used to dislike smart women because most are arrogant. But I like you!" Night Owl confessed to Sienna Johnson again.

Night Owl had never pursued a woman in his life and estimated that all his words of love have been said to Sienna Johnson in this lifetime.

"Where are you?"

Sienna Johnson sent Lucas Robertson to find him, Adrian Desmond also sent people. All places Night Owl could possibly be were searched, yet Night Owl’s traces couldn’t be found.

Undoubtedly, Night Owl was much better at hiding than she was.

"Haha, I know you’re trying to bait me. If I tell you, Adrian’s men will probably come after me. Before I find a new identity, I will not show myself."

"Living like a homeless dog, hiding everywhere, is it interesting?" Sienna Johnson mocked.

Night Owl felt he was going crazy; the sound of Sienna Johnson alone caused a reaction. He freed up a hand and placed it... his mind filled with the profound memories of that day’s intimate contact.

"Why aren’t you speaking?"

"Hmm?" Night Owl’s voice came through the receiver, somewhat husky, exuding sensuality. Sienna Johnson noticed his voice was different from usual.

"If you don’t speak, I’ll hang up." Sienna Johnson said impatiently.

"Wait!"

"I’m going to sleep."

"Hold on!" Night Owl quickened his hand movements, his breath growing urgent.

Seeing Sienna Johnson lose interest in conversing with him, Night Owl coaxed, "Don’t you want to know where I am? Although I can’t tell you my exact location, you can ask me three questions."

"Are you in Agaia?"

"Yes!"

"Southeast Agaia?"

"Yes!"

"Abyanabad?"

"Yes!"

"Where in Abyanabad?" Sienna Johnson felt she was about to catch Night Owl. Yet Night Owl said, "That’s three questions already."

Sienna Johnson listened to his breath, feeling a bit regretful. It was like buying a lottery ticket, missing just one number to hit the jackpot.

"You’re lying. Abyanabad is Adrian’s territory. If you’re in Abyanabad, how could he not find you?"

Abyanabad isn’t large. How could they not find someone?

"..."

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes." Night Owl’s words were still few, giving a brief reply.

"There’s not a word of truth in your mouth. Since you won’t speak, whatever. Goodbye..."

"Wait!" Night Owl stopped her before Sienna Johnson could hang up.

"What else?"

Sienna Johnson felt Night Owl’s voice tonight was very strange, his attitude peculiar. She became even more wary of him.

"Wait a moment before hanging up."

"Sorry!" Sienna Johnson had no time to chat with a person like Night Owl over the phone.

"Call my name!"

"Why should I call your name?" Brainwatered.

"Quickly call it!"

Sienna Johnson was increasingly perplexed, not knowing what kind of madness Night Owl was having tonight. Of course, Night Owl was inherently psychologically twisted, so any bizarre behavior was unsurprising.

Sienna Johnson said offhandedly, "Night Owl!"

"Wrong!"

"Javier!"

Sienna Johnson heard muffled groans mixed with suppressed pleasure, heavy breathing... a sudden flash of realization in her mind, suddenly aware of what Night Owl had been doing just now.

Sienna Johnson was angry and incensed, took a few deep breaths, stopping herself from cursing Night Owl.

"Night Owl, you’re really something!"

Her anger transmitted through the phone to Night Owl’s ears. His ears twisted the words "you’re really something" into encouragement and praise, igniting Night Owl’s body even more. Completely disregarding Sienna Johnson’s state of fury, he sped up his hand movements, fully releasing himself.

"Ah..."

Night Owl lay on the bed, thoroughly satisfied, feeling as though his soul had been cleansed.

Toot... The phone beside him emitted the dial tone; Sienna Johnson had long hung up in anger.

"Sienna Johnson... Sienna Johnson..." He repeated her name again and again, finding her name incredibly beautiful.

His hand was sticky. Night Owl wiped it on the bed, placing his hand over his eyes, ears filled with Sienna Johnson’s cool voice.

"I fear I won’t be able to endure for much longer..." he murmured softly.

...

Johnson Family, Bedroom.

"Bastard!" Sienna Johnson angrily threw the phone on the bed, cursing.

Adrian Desmond came out of the shower, catching sight of Sienna Johnson losing her temper.

"What’s wrong? Who provoked you?"

"Night Owl!"

Adrian Desmond’s expression changed; he didn’t expect Night Owl to be so audacious as to call Sienna Johnson.

"What did he say?"

"He told me he’s in Abyanabad now, but I’m unsure if his words are true or false."

Sienna Johnson didn’t tell Adrian Desmond the disgusting thing Night Owl did over the phone. She simply couldn’t say it.

If Adrian Desmond did it, she wouldn’t be so angry; Night Owl, however, made her feel insulted.

They’re merely strangers. For a man to do such a thing to a woman is too excessive.