The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

"Samara Johnson!" Aaron Faber shouted.

"I know you’re great with computers. I guess my brother-in-law came to you for something related to that. Actually, I know a Senior who’s really skilled, even used to be a hacker. I’ll go ask him for help."

Aaron Faber’s face turned dark.

This girl, since when did she become so clever?

Indeed, not only has her body matured, but her brain capacity has also increased.

"You’re not allowed to go!"

"Why can’t I? If you’re not helping me, why shouldn’t I find someone else?"

Samara didn’t care about him. She gave a scornful look at the man who expected favors in return, labeling him as a bad person.

The tactic of "retreating to advance" failed!

Aaron Faber chuckled and said, "Go ahead!

But let me remind you, the person who could kidnap your sister right under your brother-in-law’s nose isn’t ordinary.

If you’re not afraid of wasting time and missing the chance to save your sister, then go ahead and search."

Aaron Faber didn’t look at Samara. He kept typing furiously on the keyboard, making loud sounds, his face looking very bad. All the code was wrong, and the system kept reporting errors.

He glanced at the door from the corner of his eye, relieved that the woman didn’t really go look for that Senior.

Otherwise, Aaron Faber felt she might just make him explode with anger.

"Only you can do it?" Samara asked.

"If your brother-in-law could find someone else, he wouldn’t have made me rush back from Sileria City to Abyanabad."

Samara stood there thinking for a long time. Just when Aaron Faber was about to give up, Samara suddenly said,

"Anyway, I don’t have someone I like. Being your girlfriend is okay, but you have to promise me, even if I become your girlfriend, and we get married someday, I won’t go back to Abyanabad with you."

Aaron Faber’s mind automatically dismissed the unimportant information and retained the most crucial message.

Marriage!

He initially planned to coax her into being his girlfriend, never expecting she would mention marriage, making Aaron Faber extremely happy.

"Okay!" Aaron Faber immediately agreed.

Samara sighed with relief; that man’s demeanor just now was really intimidating. Aaron Faber came over, hugged her, overjoyed.

"You’re my girlfriend now!" Aaron Faber exclaimed happily.

"Only after I’m 18. Our teacher doesn’t allow us to date early," Samara whispered. Aaron Faber was delighted, while Samara felt indifferent.

Aaron Faber: ...

...

At Desmond Manor, Adrian Desmond couldn’t sleep and watched the thriving lotus blooms by the lake. Aaron Faber happened to pass by, carrying a suitcase.

"Aaron?"

Adrian Desmond looked at him in surprise, "You actually came at night? I thought you would come tomorrow."

"Brother-in-law!" Aaron Faber cheerfully called.

Adrian Desmond: ...

Aaron Faber was extremely happy, not at all tired from the journey. He walked over, sat beside Adrian Desmond, and shared his joy.

"Samara agreed to be my girlfriend."

"Congratulations!" Adrian Desmond’s response was somewhat tepid, which dissatisfied Aaron Faber, "Sixth Master, what’s with your expression? I’ve chased Samara for so long, finally winning her over; shouldn’t you be heartily congratulating me?"

"My wife is missing, I can’t bring myself to smile."

Adrian Desmond threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground. Looking down at the cigarette butts littering the floor, his smoking habit had noticeably worsened recently.

"I’m sorry, I was just too happy and wanted someone to talk to," Aaron Faber apologized.

Adrian Desmond unhappily, sarcastically commented, "Samara is still a kid, and kids change their minds every day. Who knows what she’ll think in the future... Don’t get too smug too quickly; there’s a saying that ’joy brings sorrow!’"

Aaron Faber: ...

Adrian Desmond stood up, extinguished his cigarette butt with his foot, and then walked away.

Aaron Faber watched Adrian’s desolate and bleak figure depart, not getting angry, instead filled with sympathy.

"Ah, Sixth Master is so pitiful."

"..."

"Sixth Master is envious, jealous, and resentful of me, haha... though it kind of feels nice."

...

By the next day, every Abyanabad citizen woke up to a video. In it, Gulit held Moore, accusing Night Owl of his atrocities and seeking public help.

Aaron Faber hacked the video onto everyone’s computers via the internet, alarming government officials, Abyanabad’s Royal Family, and even the Pelindi Royal Family.

...

Outside the Abyanabad Imperial Palace,

Abyanabad citizens spontaneously organized, raising banners demanding severe punishment for Night Owl and sparing the Royal Family’s bloodline.

Kiya was still in mourning, yet the widow was bullied like this, making Gulit a sympathetic figure among the people.

...

The Royal Family’s spokesperson promptly held a media press conference, intending to brush it off with the same old trick.

However, this trick didn’t work.

"You claim the video is fake, fabricated, then let the Queen come out and tell us!"

"Yes! We want to see the Queen and the young Sultan! We don’t believe your lies; we want the Queen to tell us if the video is fake!"

The spokesperson said, "The Queen isn’t feeling well lately, unable to come out and meet you."

A sharp reporter questioned, "Is she truly unwell, or are you holding her captive, afraid of scandal leaking and not daring to let her speak?"

"The Queen truly isn’t well; the video is fake, fabricated. Please don’t believe it..."

"The video is real!" Gulit suddenly interjected.

Holding Moore, Gulit, under the escort of Brandon Potter and a few others, took the stage.

As soon as Gulit stood on stage, all the media cameras focused on her. Wearing all black, looking haggard without makeup, her expression was sorrowful.

Brandon Potter advised her from the side, "Don’t be afraid; just say what you know."

"Alright."

Gulit slowly raised her head, bravely facing the crowd below. She used to be terrified of facing cameras and crowds, even afraid to speak, but now she wasn’t scared anymore.

Her son was still waiting for her to save him.

"I am Gulit, Princess of Pelindi, Queen of Abyanabad..." after stating her identity, Gulit intentionally paused, her gaze slowly sweeping over the present audience.

"Your Majesty, are you aware of the circulating video about you and the young Sultan?"

"Yes."

"The spokesperson claims the video is fake, fabricated. Can you tell us the truth, Your Majesty?"

"..."

"Queen, is the young Sultan really sick? Were you truly imprisoned?"

In Moore’s arms, who had never seen such a scene, he cowered in his mother’s embrace, wailing loudly, but Gulit didn’t console him.

"Yes, Moore has leukemia. That man not only refuses to get Moore a doctor, but also attempted to replace him with a fake Moore..."