The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 499 - 500: Disliking Her for Being Immodest
Russell Austin said, "Manager Harris, we understand. Our Research and Development Department will continue to work hard, striving to develop the drug before the end of the year."
Russell was good at speaking and more popular than Reggie Dewey, who devoted himself to research and ignored everything else. The special drug for infectious diseases was, in fact, mainly developed by Reggie and Russell, yet Russell attributed the work to the entire Research and Development Department.
Willard Harris was quite satisfied with Russell. At first, he had doubts about his ability due to Russell’s handsome appearance.
With a face that good-looking, one would have thought Russell would become a star or a model, making a living from his youthful looks instead of doing boring research, so everyone harbored suspicions about him.
With time, it became clear that Russell was reliable.
"Russell, President Johnson is in my office, and she wants to see you. Please put down your work for now, as President Johnson has something to discuss with you."
Russell glanced at his girlfriend. Neve also looked at him, feeling a bit nervous.
Russell said, "I understand, Manager Harris. I’ll be right there."
"Alright, when you get there, answer any questions President Johnson has for you honestly," Willard Harris instructed.
"Understood, Manager Harris."
Russell took off his white coat and went to his girlfriend. "It should be about that woman. Let’s go together."
"Okay."
Russell and Neve left the Research and Development Department together and took the elevator to Willard Harris’s office.
When they knocked on the door and entered, they saw Sienna Johnson waiting for them. She smiled at them as they came in.
Russell said, "Congratulations, President Johnson. Your revenge is complete."
"Thank you! Please sit." Sienna pointed to the sofa opposite her, and Russell led his girlfriend over to sit down.
Neve also greeted Sienna.
Vivian Abbey prepared Pu’er tea for them and then left the room.
Sienna looked at the two people sitting across from her; they both looked well, seemingly having had a good time recently.
She asked, "How are you adapting to the job?"
Russell chuckled. "Neve and I both love our current jobs, and the benefits are great. Thank you for giving us this opportunity, President Johnson.
"Neve finally agreed to move out of the Slum Area in the Old Town District and into the company dormitory. I’m much more relieved now. The Slum Area had a mix of residents, and public safety wasn’t good. I was uneasy about her living there."
"Work hard, and the Eastminster Group will not treat you unfairly."
Neve said nervously, "President Johnson, rest assured, Russell and I will do our best and will not disappoint you."
Sienna smiled at them and brought up Yvette Harris. "You should know about my situation. Recently, I was busy dealing with Sabrina Johnson and didn’t have time to attend to Yvette..."
Neve quickly explained, "President Johnson, we understand. I’ve waited so many years; a little more time doesn’t matter."
"Yvette is Sabrina’s mother. Now that her daughter has been sentenced to life imprisonment, my grudge with Yvette has been firmly established. So, I will deal with Yvette sooner or later..."
"President Johnson, we can wait," Russell also stated.
"That’s good. I’m telling you this just to let you know that I haven’t forgotten about this matter."
"We understand, President Johnson."
"President Johnson, Sixth Master is here to pick you up and take you home," Vivian Abbey said as she entered, interrupting their conversation.
"Understood. Tell Adrian I’ll be right..." Before Sienna could finish, Adrian pushed open the door and entered. His gaze swept the office, landed on Sienna, and then remained fixed on her.
Sienna said to Russell and Neve, "I have nothing else to discuss. You may go back now. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to contact me."
"Thank you, President Johnson. Goodbye."
Russell glanced at Adrian. Adrian’s icy, sharp gaze swept across his face as they brushed past each other.
Vivian Abbey tactfully left and closed the office door, giving the two some private space.
"Why are you here?"
Adrian frowned and asked, "I heard you met with Kenneth Brown today?"
"Yes."
Everything had its pros and cons. Adrian had arranged bodyguards to secretly protect her, but they also monitored her. He would know immediately if there was any activity on her end.
"Did you assign bodyguards to protect me or to monitor me?" Sienna asked, displeased.
"I don’t like you two meeting!" Adrian said heavily.
"It was just an accidental encounter."
"...Accidental? I heard you two had a very engaging chat, and you even went for dessert and coffee together," Adrian said sarcastically, his tone dripping with acidity.
Sienna sought a hug, wrapping her arms around Adrian’s waist as he approached. She pressed her cheek against his abdomen, rubbing it gently. "Your son was hungry, so we went to get some dessert."
"Stop using our son as an excuse. Why didn’t you go eat by yourself?"
"Alright, next time I’ll eat alone, okay?" Sienna coaxed, knowing this man was as stubborn as a mule and needed to be soothed, otherwise, he’d fly off the handle.
Adrian looked at her seriously and warned, "You don’t like me having other women, and I don’t like you having other men! Especially an ex-fiance, understand?"
"Understood!"
Seeing her so obedient and compliant, the fire of jealousy in Adrian’s heart subsided, and his gaze towards her softened. "Didn’t I tell you not to work overtime? Why are you working so late again?"
"This is all your fault. You insisted on a make-up honeymoon. So much work is waiting for me. If I don’t work hard, when will I have time to go on a honeymoon with you?" Sienna complained.
"So it’s my fault, huh?"
"Of course, it’s your fault!" Sienna stood up, rose on her tiptoes, kissed his chin, and said, "Let’s go. I’m starving."
"Let’s go home!"
As they were heading home by car, they unexpectedly encountered Russell and Neve on the road. Russell’s electric bike lay on the ground. Behind it was a Maserati luxury car, and beside the car stood a woman adorned with jewels.
This woman was Yvette Harris.
"Stop the car!"
"What’s wrong?" Adrian asked.
"It’s Yvette Harris."
Driver Adrian parked the car by the roadside, 15 meters away from them. From this distance, they could see them clearly but couldn’t hear what they were saying.
"Does Mrs. Desmond want to meddle in other people’s affairs again?"
"That man is my employee, which makes him my person. How can this be considered meddling?"
Adrian, dissatisfied with this explanation, corrected her, "I’m your person, he’s not! Don’t just call any man ’yours.’ Did you even ask if he’s willing?"
"Sixth Master, can you please not be so indiscriminately jealous? A little jealousy now and then can be healthy, but too much is bad for you."
"Then why don’t you act with more discretion?"
