The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

After all, they’re relatives, so Sienna Johnson couldn’t afford to openly tear face.

After the New Year, a branch of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory will officially operate in Serenora City. She still needs her grandfather’s family to take good care of her.

"Madam, I understand your meaning."

This was a hint for Sally to discreetly handle it as Sienna Johnson had intended. Sally nodded and went to deal with that insensible Ivy Evans.

Sienna Johnson retracted the ruthless look in her eyes and put on a gentle expression, then walked in.

Inside the room, Sienna Johnson saw Adrian Desmond sitting on the bed with their daughter, counting red envelopes.

"Curly, how many red envelopes did you receive this time?" Sienna Johnson asked.

Upon seeing her mother suddenly enter, Curly hurriedly gathered the red envelopes in front of her, as if afraid Sienna Johnson would snatch them away.

Adrian Desmond couldn’t help but smile wryly, as this little girl had just been showing off to him.

"Mommy, these are all mine."

Curly clutched a pile of red envelopes and nestled into Adrian’s embrace, then looked at her mother with a vigilant face.

Sienna Johnson reached out her hand but didn’t say anything.

Curly pursed her lips and sought help from her father.

Adrian Desmond, soft-hearted, said, "It’s not much money. Let her keep it for fun."

"These red envelopes amount to at least tens of thousands. She’s so young, and you let her play with such an amount. I’ve never seen anyone indulge a child like this," Sienna Johnson disagreed.

Adrian Desmond laughed, "She’s our first child and a girl, naturally she needs a little spoiling."

"If you spoil her too much and she can’t find a husband, you’ll have to support her for a lifetime."

Curly retorted defiantly, "There are plenty who want to marry me. I won’t be unable to find a husband."

"That’s because they haven’t seen your true colors. Once they do, they won’t like you anymore."

"Hmph, even seeing my true colors, they’ll still like me."

Adrian helped his daughter organize the red envelopes, stuffing them into her hands, though they were too small to hold them all. He then placed them in her small backpack; the father and daughter exchanged glances, conspiring right in front of Sienna Johnson.

Sienna Johnson didn’t forcefully snatch them away; she touched her daughter’s head and said, "Curly, it’s late. Time for bed."

"Mom, I want to sleep with Dad."

"No, Daddy is mine. Go find your husband to sleep with."

Curly: ...

...

Sally was like a shadow, hidden in the night, silently following behind Ivy Evans.

Ivy Evans was on the phone, pacing back and forth in the garden. Sally wasn’t in a hurry, patiently waiting for the right moment. This cold weather, if she fell into the swimming pool, it would be quite amusing.

"...I think Hayley is very smart. Although she married an older man, he’s rich.

Hayley had a child and doesn’t even have to take care of it herself. She hired several nannies and just needs to exercise every day to keep herself beautiful.

Unlike Mia Thompson, who married a pauper, living in a rented house. During pregnancy, she still had to squeeze on the subway to work. After giving birth, her mother-in-law wouldn’t help with the child, so she had to take care of the child herself.

A woman’s youth only lasts a few years. I’d rather marry someone older and wealthy than a pauper."

Ivy Evans imagined Adrian Desmond’s figure, blushing as she thought he was simply too perfect.

Not too old, handsome, rich, it’s just those two annoying kids.

But no problem, kids usually go with the mother. Let that old woman Sienna Johnson raise the kids.

"Hmm, I’ve met someone suitable, the relationship isn’t confirmed yet, but soon, he’ll be under my spell... Of course not, he’s super handsome. I’ll send you a picture."

Sally watched from aside, her keen eyesight seeing Ivy Evans sending Adrian’s photo, making her furious.

How could Sixth Master, who belongs to Madam, become Ivy Evans’ man?

How shameless! I’ve never seen such a shamelessly delusional woman.

"...Isn’t he handsome? I wasn’t lying to you."

"..."

"...With my charm, I can easily get him. Just wait to be my bridesmaid. Don’t worry, wealthy people only mingle with other wealthy people. When the time comes, I’ll introduce a few rich ones to you, so you can marry into a wealthy family too."

Sally couldn’t listen anymore and was about to knock this woman out and throw her in the pool, when she saw her walking towards the pool.

"Then quickly break up with your broke boyfriend. You’re so pretty; it’s a waste not to make good use of your looks.

At worst, you can divorce in a few years, get some money, and find a young lover, haha..." Ivy Evans calculated.

Sally saw Ivy Evans reaching the poolside, picked up a stone, and threw it at her knee. Ivy, unprepared, felt a sharp pain and staggered, falling into the pool.

With a splash, Ivy’s entry into the water was clumsy.

"Ah..."

In the winter, the pool’s water was icy cold. Wearing a white down jacket that absorbed water easily, Ivy sank as she floundered. Sally watched her struggle in the pool. Soon, Ivy couldn’t even cry for help anymore.

"So useless, couldn’t even last five or six minutes," Sally said disdainfully.

Sienna Johnson had instructed to teach Ivy a lesson, without causing a fatality. Sally was about to jump in and save her, when she saw someone discovered Ivy.

"Hey, someone fell into the water..."

This shout woke everyone in the Briggs Family. Sally saw this and quickly left.

"Who fell into the water?"

"Ivy Evans."

Someone passing by their door said those words.

Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond heard it, but neither went out to witness the scene.

"How can that woman be so dumb?" Adrian asked.

Sienna Johnson smiled but didn’t reveal it was her who had Sally do it. Between them, Curly’s sleeping posture was very unruly, her body was already slanted over.

Sienna Johnson adjusted Curly’s sleeping posture, but she raised a leg, about to land it on her mother’s stomach, stopped by Adrian.

Sienna Johnson was startled by her daughter, "Quickly take her to my mom’s, I can’t dare sleep with her."

"Okay."

Adrian wrapped his daughter in a quilt and carried her out of the room. In the third-floor corridor, Ivy was being carried back.

Ivy’s face was pale and bluish, with an expression of both distress and despair. Adrian glanced at her, then stingily looked away. A person of no consequence, he felt even one look was a waste.

"Ivy, what happened to you?" Violet Evans hurried over.

...

The next day, when Sienna Johnson woke up, she heard Sally talking about Ivy Evans.

Ivy’s cold had turned into pneumonia, her condition worsened, and she had to be hospitalized. She would likely spend the New Year in the hospital.

Sally recounted the things Ivy said to Sienna Johnson. Sienna listened and only commented,

"Nowadays, more and more women want unearned rewards, trying to steal others’ hard-won successes."