The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 501 - 502: Sixth Master Makes A Move, His Lethality is Astonishing
Does he really look that useless in Sienna Johnson’s eyes? He can’t even handle two bodyguards? And they want the powerful Sixth Master to do it himself?
"Yvette Harris likes handsome men, and the Sixth Master is quite handsome. Once she sees him, I’m sure he’ll captivate her. Go over there. Make sure you show yourself to her, but let her see what she can’t have. Just let her crave you."
"Then, use your martial arts, WHOOSH, WHOOSH... Handle those two bodyguards stylishly. That old woman will definitely be head over heels for you."
Adrian Desmond asked, "Mrs. Desmond, you aren’t planning on having me be her toy boy, are you?"
If she dared say such a thing, he would teach her a harsh lesson and make her cry for mercy! This woman, she’s becoming increasingly uninhibited.
Sienna Johnson looked at Adrian Desmond, "Why would you say that? All I said was that you should show up in a dazzling manner that will make that lustful old woman, Yvette Harris, see what she can’t have and crave you."
"I’m not interested!" Adrian Desmond definitely wouldn’t do something so pointless.
Sienna Johnson glanced at Brett Jacobs. Brett Jacobs was a burly man, but worlds away from being a "toy boy."
Sienna Johnson complained, "Can’t you find a few more handsome bodyguards?"
Brett Jacobs: ...
Adrian Desmond: ...
"Sixth Master, it’s up to you!"
Adrian Desmond: ...
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Sienna Johnson pushed him and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, they’re about to start fighting."
"I don’t like meddling in others’ business!"
Sienna Johnson went for the kill, whispering in his ear, "Be good, and you’ll get candy tonight."
That phrase was their couple’s secret code. When Adrian Desmond heard it, his resolve indeed softened, and he obediently pushed open the car door and got out.
"Sixth Master, go for it!"
Adrian Desmond’s mouth twitched. Brett Jacobs also wore a dark expression. This was their Sixth Master! Why was the Sixth Master needed to deal with these mere henchmen? What were they even there for?
Sienna Johnson’s eyes were glued to the unfolding situation in front when suddenly her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar landline number.
She hesitated for a moment before answering, "Hello, who is this?"
"It’s Frederick Stewart!"
The last thing Sienna Johnson wanted was to hear Frederick Stewart’s voice. The smile on her face vanished, and she asked coldly, "Why are you calling me? What is it?"
Frederick Stewart had been sentenced to death, and the execution was in a few days.
"I have a critical piece of information to sell you. Can it get my death sentence commuted?"
Sienna Johnson was unimpressed, asking, "What information could possibly be valuable enough to buy your life?"
"First, tell me if you agree or not," Frederick Stewart’s voice was somewhat frantic.
Well, anyone facing death would be scared.
But if he knew it would come to this, why did he do those things in the first place?
Sienna Johnson would not be kind or merciful to these people. When they tried to kill her, when they killed her father, they had shown absolutely no mercy.
If she softened now, the next time they forced her to jump into the sea, she might not be so fortunate as to encounter Adrian Desmond returning from a sea voyage.
"Frederick Stewart, stop deluding yourself. Reflect on your mistakes, repent for your sins, and hope for a better rebirth in your next life.
"Remember, be a good person in your next life.
"Otherwise, you will suffer the same fate as you did in this life!"
"It’s really important information, do you know Yan—"
"Farewell!"
Sienna Johnson hung up the phone and focused on the fight again. Adrian Desmond dealt with the two bodyguards in just a few swift moves. Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Yvette Harris timidly backed away, intending to get in her car and flee.
Adrian Desmond’s icy gaze swept over her, and Yvette Harris froze, as if spellbound.
"It’s you? Sienna Johnson’s husband?"
Adrian Desmond completely ignored her and walked toward Yvette Harris. Believing he was about to attack her, Yvette Harris fearfully covered her head to protect her face. However, Adrian Desmond paid her no mind, walked right past her, and approached the luxury car.
Adrian Desmond opened the car door and, with a surge of strength, ripped it right off. Everyone was stunned.
Adrian Desmond’s martial arts were formidable, but Sienna Johnson hadn’t realized he possessed such immense strength—enough to rip a car door clean off.
The Sixth Master... is he some kind of strongman?
His fighting skills were truly incredible! With just one kick, the car caved in.
Adrian Desmond was busy wrecking the car.
He jumped onto the car as if it were a trampoline, bouncing high before landing heavily, flattening it.
The expensive luxury car now had no door, its roof had caved in, all its glass was shattered, and its body was covered in dents.
Adrian Desmond jumped off the car, dusted off his hands, and said to Yvette Harris, "These two, you can’t touch them! The consequences if you do?... Just look at this car."
"..."
"Dismantling you would be much easier than dismantling this car."
The two bodyguards were covered in blood, their bones shattered. If Adrian Desmond didn’t act, it was one thing, but once he did, it meant serious injuries—broken bones and torn sinews.
Being crippled meant Adrian Desmond had shown them mercy. They should have been on their knees thanking him.
Yvette Harris had always thought Adrian Desmond was just a good-looking toy boy. After all, what truly capable man would marry into his wife’s family?
She hadn’t expected this man to be so ruthless, his methods so brutal. He clearly wasn’t an ordinary person.
What on earth was this man’s background?
Yvette Harris was so scared she didn’t dare speak, terrified that Adrian Desmond’s attention would turn to her and he would destroy her just like that car.
Adrian Desmond returned to his car, got in, and asked, "Mrs. Desmond, are you satisfied now?"
The anger he’d been holding in earlier still hadn’t dissipated.
"Sixth Master, you were amazing! Look how terrified Yvette Harris was. A few more incidents like this, and she’ll probably be scared out of her wits by you."
"Sienna Johnson, don’t push it!"
Sienna Johnson giggled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a loud peck on the cheek to cool him down.
"Remember what you promised earlier!" Adrian Desmond reminded her of his reward. He had put in the effort and expected compensation.
"Understood."
Sienna Johnson asked Mr. Blake to drive their car over to Russell Austin and the others. Without even glancing at the old woman shivering on the ground, Sienna Johnson said to Russell Austin,
"Get in, I’ll give you a lift."
Russell Austin looked at his electric bike and said, "No, thank you. We can just slowly push our bike home. Thank you for earlier, President Johnson."
"Alright then, take care on your way."
Russell Austin laughed. "Even if they wanted to deal with us, I doubt they have the strength left."
The two bodyguards on the ground had passed out and were completely immobile.
Sienna Johnson glanced at the two bodyguards on the ground and considered for a moment. Adrian Desmond’s destructive power is too immense. In the future, it would be best if he didn’t have to intervene unless absolutely necessary.
"Alright then, goodbye."
"Goodbye, President Johnson."
Neve Harris hadn’t been frightened by Yvette Harris, but she was terrified by Adrian Desmond. She hid behind Russell Austin, not daring to even look at the man in the car.
How could there be such a terrifying man in the world? He was like Death himself, chilling one to the very bone.
