Chapter 1397 - 1337: Bringing Trouble Upon Oneself

"Is there a problem?"

President Davis liked the man who dared to say anything to him. Thinking about his situation, he felt even more sympathy for him.

"Brother, you better think this through.

Your woman is already formidable enough. If she becomes the President, won’t your status plummet? I think it’s better if President Johnson doesn’t become the President of the association." President Davis analyzed for Adrian Desmond.

"That’s none of your business. Do you know how this operates?"

Sienna Johnson rarely wanted anything. Usually, Adrian Desmond couldn’t find a way to please her. Although Adrian Desmond didn’t want Sienna Johnson to be exposed, he still wanted to fulfill her wish to become the Pharmaceutical Association President.

Seeing the man not heeding his advice, President Davis told him how to maneuver the situation.

After listening, Adrian Desmond understood what was going on.

The Pharmaceutical Association President is elected through a voting system. Members collectively vote, and the one with the most votes becomes the President.

After hearing this, Adrian Desmond said, "A member collective vote? Then I can’t even cheat if I wanted to."

President Davis waved his hand and said, "In Orienta, there’s nothing real. Just remember one thing, money makes the world go round. As long as you’re willing to throw a lot of money into it, nothing is impossible."

Adrian Desmond asked in detail, "How so?"

"Although it’s a member collective vote, six candidates are pre-selected from those running. This step, you can manipulate.

If you want your wife to be elected, you can tamper with the other five candidates selected."

"How to tamper with them? Kill them?" Adrian Desmond, accustomed to such straightforward methods, asked.

"Killing is illegal." President Davis couldn’t understand how this man could come up with such a solution.

"What would you do?"

"It’s simple, just choose the worst of the other five candidates. Although there are six candidates, if the other five are truly unworthy, people will have no choice but to vote for your wife."

Adrian Desmond looked at the chubby penguin and laughed, "I thought you were an idiot, but you do have some brains."

"Brother, no one invited to this banquet is foolish. Don’t underestimate them, or you’ll be eaten alive without realizing it."

"Got it, thanks."

Adrian Desmond never spoke insincerely. His gratitude was genuine, having sent Elsa White to the chubby penguin’s bed.

...

After socializing, Sienna Johnson looked for Adrian Desmond, but couldn’t find him after looking around. Later, when Adrian Desmond returned to the banquet hall, Sienna Johnson finally saw him.

"Where did you go? Didn’t I tell you not to wander around?"

"Just stepped out for a cigarette." He’s not a tree; he can’t just stand there without moving.

Sienna Johnson frowned, "Didn’t I tell you not to smoke? Why did you smoke again?"

"Just one cigarette."

"One is still smoking."

"Got it, you’re such a nag." Adrian Desmond said impatiently.

"If you think I’m nagging too much, I won’t bother anymore. If you can’t find your tie, your socks, your watch, don’t ask me... I won’t iron your clothes anymore, and if you want to eat well in the future, don’t expect me to cook for you..."

Adrian Desmond stopped her, "I just said one thing, and you had so many to say."

"Hmph!"

"Okay, okay, I won’t smoke anymore."

"How many times have you told me that? Your body is your own, why can’t you take good care of it?" Sienna Johnson persistently said.

"What man doesn’t smoke?"

"Men nowadays also have affairs, keep mistresses. Is Sixth Master trying that too?"

Adrian Desmond couldn’t argue with her, surrendering, "No, absolutely not! Those women are hideous, I’m picky."

"Justin Harris, I’m going to kill you!"

Someone suddenly shouted this in the banquet hall. Adrian Desmond instinctively protected Sienna Johnson, bracing for what might happen.

A man wielding a cleaver was chasing a man in baggy shorts around.

"You bastard, don’t run!"

"Misunderstanding, Boss White, it’s really a misunderstanding..."

Adrian Desmond saw the chubby penguin in baggy shorts, shirtless, running all over the place, with his white flesh jiggling, and covered his woman’s eyes, not letting her see.

President Davis ran over to Adrian Desmond, "Brother, you got me into trouble."

"What’s wrong?"

"Why was that woman Elsa White?"

"What’s wrong with Elsa White?"

President Davis saw Adrian Desmond looking clueless, sweat dripping from his forehead, "Elsa White is Boss White’s daughter."

Boss White, holding a cleaver, charged over. Seeing President Davis, he was about to swing his knife, but Adrian Desmond gave a glance, and Sally snatched the cleaver from Boss White’s hand.

"Boss White, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding? I’d see if you’d call it that if I slept with your daughter."

"I don’t have a daughter!"

Boss White and President Davis, both with similar builds, were out of breath after this intense activity, gasping for air.

Standing by Adrian Desmond, President Davis said, "Brother, explain quickly, you’ve got me into big trouble."

"Explain what?"

"Didn’t you tell me to go to room 1666?"

"Yes." Adrian Desmond admitted.

Boss White saw Adrian Desmond and turned his attention to him, "So it was you... you and this damn fat pig conspired to molest my daughter."

Sienna Johnson pulled down Adrian Desmond’s hand, seeing the situation getting out of control, asked, "What on earth is going on?"

Adrian Desmond recounted what happened in the hallway, and after he finished, said innocently, "She wanted to talk to me, and I had nothing to chat about with her, so I sent the chubby penguin to chat."

"Who’s the chubby penguin?"

Adrian Desmond glanced at President Davis beside him. President Davis looked at himself and suddenly realized, "Am I the chubby penguin?"

Boss White saw them getting off-topic and shouted, "So you two conspired to molest my daughter!"

Adrian Desmond clarified, "Even after plastic surgery, your daughter is still so ugly, I wouldn’t touch her."

They became the "main event" of the banquet, with everyone looking on as if they were watching a show. Sienna Johnson knew that if this man didn’t cause trouble, he wouldn’t be Adrian Desmond.

Sienna Johnson said, "Boss White, as you can see, this matter doesn’t involve my husband."

"How can it not involve him? If he hadn’t told this damn fat pig my daughter’s room number, how could this damn fat pig have molested my daughter?" Boss White wasn’t about to let Justin Harris off, nor Adrian Desmond.

Adrian Desmond squinted his eyes slightly and said a feather-light, "How was I supposed to know she was your daughter? I thought she was a pr~ostitute."

"Who are you calling a pr~ostitute?" Boss White shouted, like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on.

"Inviting a strange man to the room for s~ex, what else could it be if not a pr~ostitute?" Adrian Desmond said leisurely, looking at Sienna Johnson. "A decent woman wouldn’t do such a thing."

President Davis chimed in, "Right, well said!"