The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Dan Taylor stepped forward to snatch the wine bottle, "Give it to me. I spent a fortune to get this bottle at the auction. I only took it out because you came today... Don’t ruin my wine."

"..."

"If you want to get yourself drunk, I have other wine. Give me this bottle." Dan Taylor said distressedly.

What a waste, what a waste!

"I’ll return a case to you tomorrow!"

"Are you kidding? You’re bankrupt." Dan Taylor watched Adrian Desmond down the remaining half bottle directly from the bottle, feeling quite frustrated.

"What’s bankruptcy? It’s no big deal, it’s not like your wife ran away. Money can be earned slowly, right?"

The alcohol was strong, Adrian Desmond didn’t feel it when he drank it quickly, but now it hit him.

He looked at Dan Taylor with drunken, blurry eyes; his little expression even made Dan Taylor’s heart skip a beat, despite being used to seeing beautiful women.

Geez, why does a big guy like him have to look so good? Luckily, his sexual orientation isn’t an issue. Otherwise, he might end up in bed with him after getting drunk.

"Hey, don’t look at me with those eyes, I only like women, not men."

"Dan Taylor, do you know what love is?"

"Huh?" How did the topic get to this?

"You don’t understand what love is at all."

"..."

"Love is jealousy, it’s possession, it’s nothing but her...

You’ve married so many wives, but you don’t truly love any of them. You only like their pretty faces and their bodies..."

Dan Taylor: ...

"Ha, you’re such a shallow man!"

"Don’t paint yourself as noble. If your wife were ugly, would you be so devoted to her?"

"..."

"You’re crazy enough to have only married one woman for her."

"..."

"Adrian Desmond, as a man, you should sleep with more women. Every woman is different. Sleeping with each of my wives offers different experiences."

Adrian Desmond was thoroughly drunk, "Sienna Johnson has cast a spell on me; I can’t get hard for other women..."

"That’s... too bizarre, right?"

"I just want to sleep with Sienna Johnson!"

"Alright, alright, I get it. You two have been together for so many years, not sick of each other?

I find women fresh for about three months; after that, I’m not very interested." That’s why Dan Taylor kept marrying wives non-stop.

"Not sick of her... I love her more and more, never thought I’d love her like this..."

Adrian Desmond’s eyes turned red, making Dan Taylor feel sad.

"Adrian Desmond, what’s with you tonight?" It’s completely off, something definitely happened.

Triggered by bankruptcy?

"Your wife didn’t possibly despise your bankruptcy, now a pauper, and kicked you out, did she?"

"My wife isn’t that kind of person! If you became a pauper, it might be your wife who’d kick you out..."

"..."

"My wife even said that if I became a pauper, she’d support me..."

"Let a woman support you? No way... it’s better if your brothers lend you money." Dan Taylor still didn’t know Sienna Johnson was lost, assuming Adrian Desmond was bankrupt and poor.

Dan Taylor had his servant bring a few more bottles of wine, though not his treasured ones, just ordinary ones, since Adrian Desmond planned to get himself drunk, it would be a waste of good wine.

Turns out Adrian Desmond was very picky; after one sip of ordinary wine, he splashed it on Dan Taylor’s face.

"Adrian Desmond!" Dan Taylor wiped his face with a napkin, feeling very frustrated.

"Dan Taylor, are you bullying me because I’m drunk and can’t taste?"

"..."

"You dare serve me such awful wine?... Dan Taylor, you lack loyalty!

Back then, to please your wives, when you were short of money, you asked me for a loan, how did I help you with my secret stash?"

Seeing Adrian Desmond about to hit him, Dan Taylor quickly had good wine swapped in; drunkards aren’t to be trifled with.

Adrian Desmond forgot why he came to find Dan Taylor as he drank compulsively.

Dan Taylor couldn’t dissuade him, "Drink less, you drink so much, something will happen."

"My wife is missing..."

"Huh?"

"Can’t find her..."

"Run away again..." Dan Taylor found it odd since someone like Adrian Desmond wouldn’t have made himself so miserable even if he went bankrupt.

Recalling Sienna Johnson ran away when pregnant, and how Adrian Desmond lived like neither a man nor a ghost, Dan Taylor shed a tear for his bitterness.

This woman truly is ungrateful; Adrian Desmond was so good to her, yet she ran again.

"Don’t be sad, a woman like that, what’s the good in her, if she ran, she ran..."

Adrian Desmond punched Dan Taylor’s chest, admonishing, "You dare speak ill of my woman?"

Dan Taylor: ...

"She’s wonderful, the best woman in this world. No one compares to her."

This must be deep affection; even after being dumped by Sienna Johnson, he remains so unwavering.

"Ah, you’re a guy with a hard fate... How could such a chaste man fall for someone like her?"

Drunk, Adrian Desmond spilled out everything pent-up inside.

"Night Owl sent me those kinds of photos just to hurt me... I’m hurting, just thinking of Sienna Johnson making love with Night Owl drives me mad..."

"..."

"She’s mine, but now she doesn’t entirely belong to me... Another man will enter her..."

Dan Taylor’s face changed hearing it... He seemed to have caught on to some major secret, unsure if he’d face Adrian Desmond’s wrath for knowing when sober.

"Drink!"

Dan Taylor proactively fed Adrian Desmond drinks this time, aiming to get him completely drunk, hopefully so much so that he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

"Edward, I feel so terrible inside..."

Dan Taylor: ...

"I want to kill Night Owl!" The fragile Adrian Desmond suddenly transformed into a ruthless man.

"Adrian Desmond, calm down!"

Dan Taylor poured him another cup, this bottle was one Dan bought from a Frenchman, it packs the strongest punch.

"Come, drink, the drunker you are, the fewer worries you’ll have."

"Drunk, less worries? Ha..." Adrian Desmond downed it in one gulp.

Dan Taylor waited for Adrian Desmond to collapse, but he remained standing, so Dan poured several more drinks; as the bottle emptied, Adrian Desmond finally fell.

The table was covered in empty bottles, Dan Taylor said feeling distressed, "My wine... No! My money."

Adrian Desmond drank money instead of wine, it’s all money.

"Sienna..." Even in dreams, Adrian Desmond was calling Sienna Johnson’s name, hearing that made Dan Taylor shake his head.

"Ah, poor man!"

Dan Taylor had someone bring a blanket to cover Adrian Desmond.

He felt his own fickleness might not be a bad thing; at least when his wife ran away, he wouldn’t be so saddened.