The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

"Madison Jones and Ivy Evans are nothing but discarded pawns now!"

Melly said, "Then doesn’t that mean we can bully them however we want, as much as we want?"

"Yes."

Looking at Adrian Desmond lying unconscious, Sienna Johnson needed someone to take the brunt of her rage, and Ivy Evans was that person.

Since she had the guts to poison Adrian Desmond, she should have the guts to face the consequences.

"So next, how are we going to deal with Ivy Evans?"

"We don’t need to do anything. Grandpa Jones will personally take action."

"Huh?"

Sienna Johnson planned to make good use of Sally and Melly, so she patiently taught them, "Madison Jones dared to be this arrogant only because the Jones Family is behind her, propping her up.

This time Madison opened a club and even helped her daughter find men, all by borrowing the Jones Family’s influence. Madison has already gone insane for Ivy Evans. With how shrewd Grandpa Jones is, how could he possibly leave such a ticking time bomb inside the Jones Family?

If their opponents seize on Madison Jones over some scandal and use it to attack him, Grandpa Jones will be in serious trouble."

"Madam, are we really just going to let them off like this? ...It feels way too cheap for those two."

Sienna Johnson explained, "Even if we don’t lift a finger, the two of them are going to end up miserable. Why dirty our own hands?"

"I understand, Madam." Melly followed Sienna Johnson’s lead; since Sienna wasn’t planning to keep going after Ivy Evans and the others, she dropped the subject.

"Still no word from Reggie Dewey?" That was the issue Sienna Johnson cared about the most.

"Nothing." Melly said in a low voice. Seeing Adrian Desmond like this, she was worried too, but Reggie Dewey had already done everything he could.

"I understand."

Noah Phillips had also found several doctors for Adrian Desmond, but they were all powerless against his illness. Now Sienna Johnson could only pin her hopes on Reggie Dewey, yet Reggie still hadn’t managed to produce an antidote.

Sienna Johnson couldn’t let Adrian Desmond’s condition drag on like this any longer.

...

The Jones Family, living room.

As soon as Grandpa Jones returned from the Briggs Family, he immediately convened a family meeting. He looked at his younger descendants, his expression grave.

Ivy Evans had been arrested, officially for organizing group debauchery. The police were still hunting for Madison Jones.

Fortunately, he’d gotten wind of it early and pushed the matter down; otherwise, if it blew up, the Jones Family would be in for it.

Unlike the Briggs Family, which has branches in business and politics and all kinds of industries, the Jones descendants are all in politics.

Politics looks glamorous, but there are plenty of rules and red lines inside. Now, with the anti‑corruption drive in full swing, they don’t dare take a single misstep. One wrong step, and your political career is finished.

"I called you all here today because of Madison Jones."

Grandpa Jones used Madison’s full name directly, instead of affectionately calling her Maddy like before. That alone showed his attitude.

Everyone below understood the moment they heard it.

"Grandpa, I’ve heard about Aunt Madison."

"That day I ran into a friend at the Police Department, and he mentioned Aunt Madison and Cousin Ivy...

Grandpa, the impact of Aunt Madison and Cousin Ivy’s situation is terrible. We have to suppress it. At the very least, we mustn’t let people connect Aunt Madison and Cousin Ivy’s scandal with our Jones Family." Grandpa Jones’s eldest grandson, Beck Jones, said.

That was exactly what Grandpa Jones meant. "Mm! You and Little Qing are about to run for office; at a time like this, absolutely nothing can go wrong."

Beck Jones pushed up the glasses on his nose and asked, "Aunt Madison called me yesterday, asked me to get Cousin Ivy out. I explained the position I’m in right now, but Aunt Madison didn’t understand.

She’s a bit unhinged now. I’m afraid Aunt Madison will..."

The old man’s hair was completely white, but his gaze was still sharp. He sat there, thinking.

Davis Jones said, "Dad, are we really not going to care about Little Madison?" Davis Jones was Madison Jones’s father.

A trace of mockery flashed through Beck Jones’s eyes as he said, "What Aunt Madison and Cousin Ivy did is simply jaw‑dropping.

Right now I’m really afraid the Wang Family will find out and use it to attack me. If that happens, my seat as Mayor will..."

Grandpa Jones said, "Davis, buy two plane tickets and send Madison Jones and Ivy Evans Abroad! And never let them come back."

He turned to his second son. "You go and bury the matter, then give the Evans Family a heads‑up."

The Evans Family was in business; Grandpa Jones wasn’t afraid of offending them. He just gave them a brief notice and shipped the pair off.

Davis looked at his aging father, his head full of white hair, age spots speckling his face. At this advanced age he still had to worry about his juniors, so Davis couldn’t bring himself to argue.

Sending them Abroad might be for the best.

"Dad, I’ll take care of it now," Davis said.

"Remember to handle it cleanly."

"Dad, I understand."

...

Madison Jones and Ivy Evans were ultimately sent to Neovermont, Westoria.

Westorian society is very tolerant; Davis originally hoped his daughter could let go of her hang‑ups and start over. Unexpectedly, Madison just grew more and more deranged for her daughter’s sake.

"Mom, I can’t take it anymore..." Ivy Evans said hoarsely.

Ivy’s attacks were coming more and more frequently—at first once every few days, then once a day, and now several times a day.

If Ivy still had her old looks, it would be easy enough to find her a man. But her hair had gone white, she’d aged at a terrifying pace, and Madison Jones even looked younger than her now.

"Ivy, if you keep this up, you’re going to die."

Ivy said in despair, "Mom, help me find a man... I’m begging you... I really can’t take it."

By now, even when Madison offered money, no man was willing to sleep with her daughter.

"Mom, just kill me!" Seeing her mother unmoved, Ivy cried out in agony.

"Ivy, your mother really has no other way."

"Then kill me."

Madison looked at her daughter; no matter what Ivy had turned into, in Madison’s eyes, Ivy was still the daughter she loved most.

Ivy writhed on the bed in pain, Madison sobbing beside her. Ivy couldn’t bear it and started smashing her head against the wall.

"Ivy, what are you doing?"

"I can’t stand it."

Madison watched her daughter suffer and couldn’t bear it anymore. "Wait here. I’ll go find you a man."

"Mom, hurry."

...

Madison finally found a Black homeless man, filthy from head to toe. Madison couldn’t care about that anymore and shoved him straight into her daughter’s room.

Hearing the sounds coming from Ivy’s room, Madison covered her face and sobbed.

"Sienna Johnson, I’m going to kill you!"

Sienna Johnson had vented all her rage over Adrian Desmond’s coma onto Ivy Evans, and Madison blamed Ivy’s degradation entirely on Sienna.

If not for Sienna Johnson, how could her daughter have ended up like this?

"Sienna Johnson, you have a daughter too. Whatever hell my daughter goes through, I’ll make your daughter go through the exact same hell!"

Madison Jones viciously planned to sell Curly into Westoria’s red‑light district.