The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 506 - 507: His Nickname Is Night Owl

Aiden Howard looked at Brett Jacobs, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "Have you been paying extra attention to me lately?"

"Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me?" he joked. "...Don’t fall in love with me. I’m only interested in beautiful women, not men."

"What nonsense are you talking?!"

"Aiden Howard, you’ve been acting strange lately!"

"How so?"

A fleeting murderous intent flashed in Aiden’s eyes. If the man before him knew too much—things he shouldn’t know—he wouldn’t mind adding another life to his tally.

"I can’t quite put my finger on it, but... you just seem different."

As Adrian Desmond’s personal bodyguard, Brett Jacobs was not only a formidable fighter but also highly observant. He usually got along well with Aiden Howard, and the two were close, so he could sense things that others might not pick up on.

Aiden’s gaze fell on Sienna Johnson, who stood not far away. He liked to refer to women as prey. Scanning the venue with his deep, captivating eyes, only the woman named Sienna Johnson could truly hold his attention.

She looks stunning today, he thought. Perhaps it’s her pregnancy that gives her a maternal aura other women lack.

Aiden couldn’t take his eyes off her; indeed, no man in the room who saw her could tear his gaze away. Her stunning figure was perfectly enveloped in a glossy black silk dress, its lines beautifully accentuating her curves. The off-the-shoulder design exposed her elegant collarbones and graceful neck, while the silhouette gently flowed downwards, cinching artfully between her slender waist and her beautifully curved derriere.

Her makeup was light. Her silky black hair, styled in an alluring updo, made her seem captivatingly feminine. She exuded a sensual aura, and her every move was elegant.

Everything about her was perfect, except for the man beside her, who was downright annoying.

Adrian Desmond, the only man who ever escaped Death Island!

Brett sensed Aiden’s burning gaze on Sienna and, alarmed, grabbed Aiden’s arm, dragging him to an empty room.

Aiden was roughly shoved against the wall by Brett, who demanded, "Aiden Howard! Tell me the truth, have you fallen for Madam?"

Aiden paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, playing along. "You’ve seen right through me."

Infuriated that his guess was correct, Brett lowered his voice. "No wonder you haven’t been chasing women lately. So, in your heart..." He trailed off, worried a third person might overhear.

"Have you gone mad? Do you know who Madam is? She’s the Sixth Master’s woman! How could you fall for her?"

"So what?"

What was Adrian Desmond? Aiden scoffed internally. Nothing more than a dog their family had raised. As its master, did he need the dog’s permission to take a bitch? What a joke!

He adjusted his tie, a cynical smile spreading across his face. "Sienna is so beautiful, so captivating... What man wouldn’t desire her?" He looked up at Brett, and as if deliberately stirring up trouble, he said, "What about you? Haven’t you ever felt anything for her?"

"You have no right to call Madam by her first name!"

"Look at you, timid as a mouse."

They had been like brothers for years. Brett, worried Aiden was getting in too deep and would do something irreversible, patiently advised, "You know the Sixth Master’s temper. He’s especially fond of Madam. If he found out you liked Madam, he would never let you off the hook."

He wasn’t afraid of a dog he’d once raised, Aiden thought. "You can go and tattle to him if you want!"

"Aiden! We’re brothers!"

He wasn’t Brett’s brother! His nickname was Night Owl. The real Aiden Howard had long since turned into a pool of blood, disappearing from this world forever.

Aiden Howard had been a ruthless man himself, yet Night Owl had disposed of him so easily.

"Aiden, where are you going?"

"Sienna’s dressed so beautifully today. Naturally, I’m going to see her."

"Aiden Howard!"

Night Owl pushed the door open and headed towards the bustling banquet hall.

The banquet hall was ablaze with dazzling lights and abuzz with conversation. The banquet had already begun.

Night Owl spotted Sienna Johnson in the crowd at once. She was effortlessly charming and graceful, chatting with several people, a composed smile on her face?

Fall in love with Sienna Johnson? How could that be possible? Night Owl was heartless!

He touched his chest, where his heart should have been. An artificial heart. My real one was destroyed by Adrian Desmond’s bullet.

In the lively banquet hall, the Johnson family appeared on stage. Pauline Briggs cut the cake symbolizing happiness, with Sienna beside her, smiling enchantingly.

"Happy birthday!" Sienna wished Pauline.

Samara wore a pink tulle skirt that day, her bangs braided and tied with a pink ribbon, looking youthful and lovely.

"Mom, happy birthday. I wish you eternal youth and beauty," Samara said, giving her mother a big hug.

"Thank you."

Pauline looked gorgeous today in a sapphire-blue evening gown. Standing beside her two daughters, they looked like sisters. No woman in the Johnson family was unattractive.

"Madam Johnson, happy birthday."

Curly wore a pink tulle dress similar to Samara’s, but she still had her baby fat. Combined with her curly hair, she resembled a doll.

"Thank you, Curly."

Curly seemed disappointed. "Madam Johnson, I already wished you a happy birthday."

"Oh."

When her hint fell flat, Curly blurted out, "Madam Johnson, aren’t you going to give me a red envelope?"

Pauline stared blankly at her granddaughter. It wasn’t the Lunar New Year or any other festival, so why was she asking for a red envelope now?

"Madam Johnson, you’re so stingy! I wished you a happy birthday, and you won’t even give me a red envelope."

Sienna gently tapped her daughter on the head. "You little money-grubber. Red envelopes are for the Lunar New Year, not birthdays."

"Why aren’t there red envelopes for birthdays?"

"Because..."

Pauline stroked Curly’s head. "Grandma didn’t bring any red envelopes today. How about I give you one when we get home, okay?"

"Fine, but don’t forget. If you forget, I won’t like you anymore," Curly threatened.

"I won’t forget, I won’t." She wouldn’t dare offend this little girl; this little one held grudges like no other.

"Madam Johnson, may I have this dance?" Adrian Desmond stood before Pauline, bowed, and invited her in a gentlemanly manner.

It was Pauline’s birthday banquet, so she was naturally the star of the evening. The first dance naturally fell to her, partnered by Adrian Desmond, the Johnson family’s son-in-law.

Pauline hadn’t danced since Dexter Johnson’s death. She placed her hand in Adrian Desmond’s dry palm and couldn’t help but teasingly ask, "Do you even know how to dance? Don’t go crushing my feet now."