The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

The press conference was halfway through when Night Owl finally appeared.

Night Owl wore a dark suit, impeccably tailored without a single crease, his face masked with a silver facade, stepping onto the stage under the flashing magnesium lights like a major celebrity.

The media’s skepticism hit him head-on.

Gulit saw Night Owl, held her son tightly, and shouted loudly, "He is Night Owl!"

Gulit’s body began to tremble violently; she was terrified of this man, terribly afraid.

If she couldn’t save her son today, returning to the Imperial Palace would mean a terrible death for her and Moore.

Gulit yelled, disguising her fear and vulnerability, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and seize this man!"

The guards were all Night Owl’s people; how could they listen to the words of someone like Gulit who only had a title but no real power?

Gulit panicked, shouted to the media, "Did you see that? This man controls the guards in the Imperial Palace. They don’t listen to me at all now."

"..."

"I am the queen; I order you, capture this man!"

Throughout, Night Owl stood there calmly, without explaining, instead it was Gulit who seemed hysterical, on the verge of breakdown.

Night Owl, seeing Gulit’s ruckus had run its course, stepped to the forefront and said into the microphone, "...I am painfully telling you all one thing, the queen’s mental health has issues."

The press conference scene fell into utter silence.

"After the previous Sultan passed away, the queen was overly sorrowful, causing her mental condition to deteriorate. That is why the queen has not appeared before the media..."

"..."

"Ultimately, the Royal family’s image cannot be tarnished by anyone."

Gulit never expected Night Owl to twist reality so drastically, confusing right and wrong.

Gulit shouted, "Night Owl, you are full of lies, I am perfectly fine, it’s Moore who is ill..."

Night Owl did not waste words directly with Gulit; he called an elder onto the stage, "Dr. Larry, please come up and inform everyone about the queen’s mental condition."

An elder slowly walked onto the stage; Larry was the Royal Physician of the palace, highly esteemed, Larry’s family having been doctors for generations, serving not only the Royal family but also establishing hospitals in Abyanabad, where those who could not afford treatment could receive free medical care.

Night Owl brought such a person to prove Gulit’s illness, swinging the media’s opinion in his favor once again.

After all, compared to Gulit who held a position without real power, Larry was more convincing.

Larry was of considerable age; he walked onto the stage, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said slowly,

"I regretfully, and sadly inform you all, the queen is indeed ill; her heart is sick."

"I am not sick..."

Night Owl said, "Ever since the previous Sultan died in a car accident, the queen has constantly felt someone was out to get him, insistently believing the young Sultan was ill, giving the young Sultan random medications.

The Queen Mother seeing the queen’s mental problem, planned to take the young Sultan to raise him, but then..."

Night Owl suddenly ceased speaking.

A reporter asked, "What happened then?"

"The queen argued with the Queen Mother, pushing the Queen Mother from upstairs, leading her to be bedridden to this day."

"..."

"Such an unfilial act should never be condoned, but the Queen Mother sympathized with the queen, attributing her behavior to her illness, thus not punishing the queen."

"..."

"Now the queen’s condition has worsened significantly; she has lost all rational thought, totally unable to control her actions."

The public opinion was once again in an uproar.

"Night Owl, you’re lying, you’re lying, the Queen Mother wasn’t pushed by me at all..."

Night Owl said apologetically, "I’m sorry, I have to take the queen back to the palace; I fear her staying here will aggravate her condition further."

Night Owl signaled to Skye, who led two guards onto the stage; Gulit seeing this held Moore and broke into tears, feeling her world had crumbled.

"No, it’s not like that, it was not..."

"Queen, please return to the palace!"

Moore cried himself to sleep in Gulit’s arms; Skye came over to take Moore from Gulit’s arms.

"Get away, don’t touch my child!" Gulit shouted loudly.

Night Owl looked at Gulit with eyes like looking at a dead person; Gulit met Night Owl’s gaze, and seemed to see her fate — her and Moore’s fate!

Back at the palace, only death awaited her and Moore.

An overwhelming despair engulfed Gulit; she felt she had no way to survive.

She had caused Night Owl so much trouble behind his back, he wouldn’t spare her and Moore.

Gulit, holding her son, stepped back one step at a time, smiling at Night Owl, she said slowly,

"I haven’t lied, every word I said is true, I am not sick either..."

"Queen, you are sick!" Night Owl said.

Gulit looked at Night Owl, cursed, "Night Owl, you are not human, you are a devil! I curse you, to a miserable death!"

After speaking, Gulit holding Moore rushed onto the balcony and jumped down.

This is the 16th floor, and jumping from this floor...

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Then they heard someone shouting downstairs, "Someone jumped, someone jumped..."

Night Owl pursed his lips, the hand at his side tightly clenched into a fist, he hadn’t expected Gulit, always timid and submissive, to have the courage to commit suicide.

Though she chose suicide, she gave him a hard slap before dying.

Night Owl stood there without moving, while only the media started running outside carrying cameras.

"Master, what should we do now?" Skye asked.

They relied on Moore as a puppet to do whatever they wanted in the palace, to maintain a legitimate identity; if Moore died, it would be troublesome.

Night Owl quickly reacted, saying, "Hurry and take Moore to the hospital, remember, bring the other child too, regardless of whether Moore survives or not, replace him!"

"Yes."

Skye hurried out to carry out Night Owl’s decision.

Night Owl stood there, looking at the empty venue, inwardly wishing he could grind Gulit’s body to dust; he regretted being too lenient with her, allowing Gulit to become as reckless as she did.

"Why haven’t you left?" Night Owl saw Larry still there and asked curiously.

"When will you release my granddaughter?"

Night Owl had taken Larry’s only daughter as hostage, forcing Larry to go against his conscience and testify falsely for Night Owl.

"She has already returned home."

Larry wore a look of deep pain, confessed remorsefully, "I drove the queen and Moore to death. I am guilty! The true God Anna will never forgive me."