The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 505 - 506: Birthday Banquet

"Dad, do you know what holiday is tomorrow?" George asked.

"What holiday?"

He was certain it wasn’t their wedding anniversary, nor was it anyone’s birthday.

"520, ’I love you.’ It’s Confession Day!"

Owen Hunter was taken aback. "You’ve been in a bad mood today and didn’t even eat dinner. Don’t tell me you confessed to Curly and got rejected?"

George looked downcast, then said, "I don’t have any classes tomorrow. I wanted to fly back to see her, but she doesn’t want me to!"

"..."

"She said she doesn’t care about 520; she wants to celebrate Children’s Day. I told her I also celebrate Children’s Day and want to go back to Sileria City to celebrate it with her, but Curly doesn’t want to anymore... She also said that she hates me and doesn’t want to see me! Even if I go back to Sileria City, she won’t see me."

"Dad, do you have any advice on courting girls? I saw online that girls like flowers, so I used all my pocket money to buy some. But, somehow, when Curly received the flowers, she wasn’t happy. Instead, she was very angry."

"Did you give flowers to Curly today?" Owen Hunter asked, surprised.

"Yeah."

"How did you give them to her?"

"I found a florist in Sileria City online and ordered roses to be delivered to Curly. Actually, I wanted to deliver them myself, but it’s too far..."

"Dad, can’t we immigrate to Orienta? You and my father-in-law are such good friends. If we immigrate to Orienta, you’ll be able to see my father-in-law every day."

Owen Hunter ruffled his son’s hair and laughed. "You little rascal, don’t try to sweet-talk me. You just want to see Curly every day."

"Curly doesn’t like me, so of course I want to see her daily. She’s prejudiced against me right now. If we spend more time together, she’ll realize I’m a decent guy too."

"A man? You’re just a kid!"

"..."

"Son, I think you’re still too young. It’s better not to rush into romance. Wait until you’re a bit older; then it will be more appropriate to discuss relationships."

George looked at his father and said, "Curly is so pretty. If I wait until she grows up, will I even have a chance?"

"...George, have some self-respect, will you? She doesn’t like you, yet you’re still trying to win her over when she’s clearly giving you the cold shoulder."

His son was useless, unable to even win over a little girl. It made him, the father, lose face as well. Is it really okay to cling to a girl so desperately when she’s not interested?

George stopped talking. He turned away, clearly angry.

"Okay, okay, don’t be mad. I have good news for you!"

"I don’t want to hear it!"

"You really don’t want to hear?" Owen Hunter nudged him and said teasingly, "It’s about Curly... Are you sure you don’t want to hear?"

George’s ears twitched; his father’s words had clearly caught his attention.

He perked up his ears, eager to hear the good news, but his father deliberately kept him in suspense and didn’t say anything more.

"Dad, what’s the good news?" George couldn’t help but ask.

"You little rascal! Still trying to play it cool, huh?"

"Just tell me!"

"Your Uncle Desmond and his family are coming to Abyanabad soon. Your sweetheart will come along with them."

George was overjoyed. He stared blankly at his father, then suddenly began to jump around the room. He even did a headstand in the corner to express his delight.

Owen Hunter was at a loss for words. He and his wife had only this one son, whom they naturally doted on. Since his son liked Curly, he, as the father, would naturally try to help him fulfill his wishes.

"Silly child!"

...

Eastminster Hotel. Pauline Briggs’s birthday party was to be held here tonight.

Brilliant lights illuminated the night, making it as bright as day. Elegant and soothing music echoed throughout the venue. Aristocratic ladies and grand dames, all dressed in gorgeous evening gowns, chatted softly. Meanwhile, the men held expensive wines, engaging in animated discussions in groups.

Well-known figures from Sileria City entered one after another, making the atmosphere extremely lively.

The main doors opened, and everyone’s gaze, like a collective spotlight, fixed on Adrian Desmond and Sienna Johnson as they slowly walked in.

Although he wasn’t the guest of honor, Adrian Desmond immediately became the center of attention.

As Sienna Johnson’s husband—a man who had married into the Johnson Family—Adrian Desmond was a controversial figure. Men envied his handsome looks and his marriage to such a beautiful wife. Through Sienna, he had gained the enormous wealth of the Eastminster Group without personal struggle.

At the same time, the more he was envied, the more he was despised.

After all, any man with a shred of pride would not choose to marry into his wife’s family.

The women, however, were enthralled by Adrian Desmond. His status as a married man frustrated countless women, but they couldn’t extinguish their admiration for him. With his perfect, charming appearance and mysterious background, he, Adrian Desmond, had always been like a fatal poppy in the eyes of women.

A discordant voice suddenly interjected, "You shallow women! He’s just a pretty boy, nothing more. Is he really worth all this fuss?"

The speaker was a woman in a backless red evening gown. Her lips were the same crimson as her dress. She tilted her head back slightly and took a sip from the wine glass in her hand.

"That man is from Abyanabad and is said to have a powerful background. Even though he married into the family, he’s very wealthy. The betrothal gift he gave the Johnson Family was a ton of gold..."

The woman said dismissively, her red lips parting slightly, "Who knows if the Johnson Family just gave it to him so he could save face."

The other two women exchanged a glance and said no more.

Aiden Howard swept a contemptuous glance over the woman in the red dress, then his gaze shifted to Adrian Desmond.

His tall, imposing figure was clad in a bespoke black suit. He had a grave expression, and his steady temperament hinted at an underlying wildness.

This man was no longer the penniless boy he once was.

The woman in red, fascinated by Aiden’s demeanor, approached him with her wine glass. "Hello, my name is Nina," she cooed. "May I ask yours?"

Aiden looked down at her, his gaze condescending, as if observing something utterly contemptible.

The woman in the red dress, believing herself to be irresistibly charming, tilted her head coquettishly and flicked a strand of her voluminous red wavy hair. "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking?" Has he been captivated by me? she secretly wondered.

"Get lost. I can’t stand your body odor!"

The woman’s expression instantly froze.

"Do you know who I am?"

"..."

"I am Nina! My father is..."

Brett Jacobs, also in a dark suit today, looked uncomfortable, clearly unaccustomed to formal wear after being used to casual clothes. He watched Aiden slowly approach and remarked,

"You’ve been a bit off lately, haven’t you?"

Aiden chuckled. "How so?"

"The Aiden I knew before never turned away a woman, especially one as pretty as her."