The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 533 - 534: Night Owl Arrives

—The Night Owl has arrived!

This was the text message Alice sent to Adrian Desmond.

In the car, Adrian Desmond was chain-smoking, one cigarette after another. Soon, the vehicle was filled with swirling smoke, making his already indiscernible face even harder to see through the haze.

Night Owl. Adrian Desmond remembered killing him with his own hands. He never thought he would still be alive. Can’t a man die even with a bullet through the heart?!

The Night Owl’s cruelty rivaled, if not surpassed, Adrian Desmond’s. He was brutal to others and even more ruthless to himself. Now that Adrian had a wife and child, he was no longer the fearless man he once was.

If Night Owl sought revenge, I have so many vulnerabilities, Adrian thought. Sienna, Curly... either of them could be my undoing.

Adrian Desmond was afraid.

When Sienna Johnson came out of the hospital, she immediately spotted Adrian Desmond’s Red Flag car. She walked over, opened the door, and was about to get in when a thick wave of smoke billowed out, making her cough.

"Adrian, how many cigarettes have you smoked?" Sienna fanned the air in front of her face, frowning at the man in the car.

"Did the smoke bother you?"

Adrian looked at the woman outside, quickly extinguished his cigarette, and turned on the car’s ventilation. The acrid smell began to dissipate.

He also got out of the car and took a step towards Sienna. But before he could get close, she retreated, saying with distaste, "You reek of smoke. My nose can’t stand it. Stay away from me."

Since becoming pregnant, Sienna had developed a heightened sensitivity to odors, especially alcohol and cigarette smoke. For her sake, Adrian had virtually given up smoking and drinking. That damned Night Owl just threw me off today, he thought.

"You’re back," Adrian said. "How did it go? Did they give you any trouble?"

He had secretly assigned bodyguards to Sienna. If the Briggs Family had dared to lay a hand on her, they would have been the ones to suffer.

"No," Sienna replied. "I spent a long time talking her down. Madam Johnson isn’t going to attempt suicide anymore. She said she’ll persuade her grandparents to go home. It’s like they say, everyone meets their match. You wouldn’t believe how adept Madam Johnson is at handling my grandparents. They’re completely wrapped around her little finger."

Adrian commented, "That’s only because your grandparents love Madam Johnson so dearly."

"Yes, Madam Johnson’s life is so good, it makes me jealous."

"It seems I haven’t been good enough to you if you still have time to be jealous of others."

Sienna looked at Adrian, a smile playing on her lips. "That was in the past. I don’t envy her anymore."

The smoke in the car had mostly cleared. Sienna needed to pick up Samara, so she got in.

Noticing the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray, Sienna frowned. "Adrian, just how many cigarettes did you smoke?"

"Shall we go get Samara?" Adrian quickly changed the subject.

"Yes, let’s pick her up and take her home. So much happened today. She’s so timid; I wonder if she’s been crying all alone. I can’t rest easy knowing she’s there by herself."

Adrian glanced at Sienna and reminded her, "When you see Samara, try not to scold her."

"I know, I know. She’s my little sister. Of course, I dote on her, don’t I?"

Sienna shot him a glare. Adrian chuckled but didn’t press the issue. He started the car and drove towards Dragon Court Residence Complex, the bodyguards’ car following at a discreet distance.

...

On the vast ocean, a yacht floated quietly, its engine off.

On deck, a woman in a black leather jacket raised a pair of binoculars, scanning a seaside vacation cottage.

It was summer. During the day, the beachside cottages bustled with activity. But as night fell, the crowds dispersed, the ocean grew calm, and silence descended upon the cottages.

A dim, warm light, the color of fire, glowed from within one cottage. Inside, a family of three sat together, sharing dinner—a cozy, heartwarming scene.

However, this warmth is about to be extinguished, the woman thought. Because everyone in that house must die tonight! Those who betray Death Island face only one fate—death!

"Do we just kill 1673, or his wife and daughter too?" a younger man beside her asked.

"All of them, of course!"

The woman was like an unfeeling automaton, devoid of sympathy, mercy, or any other human emotion.

"Let them have their family reunion in heaven," the woman stated coldly.

The man retorted, "With what we’ve done? We’re all going to hell when we die! So even if you kill 1673’s wife and daughter, they won’t be reuniting with him in heaven. He’s destined for hell!"

"That’s not my problem."

The woman’s voluminous, curly hair was undeniably captivating. She lowered the binoculars, picked up a sniper rifle from a nearby table, and sighted down on the three figures in the brightly lit house by the ocean.

BANG!

Trained by Death Island, 1673 was a top-tier assassin with an innate sensitivity to danger. The moment the sniper rifle targeted him, he sensed it.

A silenced bullet shot out, shattering the glass and leaving a neat hole. 1673 executed an agile flip, narrowly dodging the projectile. The mother and daughter in the house, clearly lacking such reflexes, were paralyzed by the sudden attack.

Just as 1673 reacted, moving to shield them, another shot rang out. His wife was struck in the head. She crumpled to the floor, killed instantly.

"Mom!" the little girl shrieked, frozen in shock.

A pretty girl. Such a waste... The woman on the yacht raised her rifle again, aiming for the child’s forehead. Through the shattered window, 1673’s eyes locked onto the yacht on the ocean and the woman on its deck.

"Time to die, 1673!" Her aim shifted to him.

Seeing his wife murdered, 1673 had just retrieved a pistol from beneath the table. But before he could even raise it, another shot took him down. The entire exchange lasted less than ten seconds.

"AH! AAAHHH!"

In a blink, the little girl’s world had shattered. She stood rooted to the spot, staring at her parents’ corpses, her screams raw with terror, despair, and grief, carried away by the sea breeze.

They had heard such sounds too many times. It was just noise now.

The man on the yacht smirked. "Alice, your aim is as deadly as ever." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Alice wiped the rifle’s scope. "It’s a fraction of a second between killing and being killed. If I hesitate, I’m the one who dies. Given the choice, I’d rather they die so I can live."

She and Adrian Desmond both climbed over mountains of corpses to survive. Pity? That’s a weakness that gets you killed.

"...I trust you’ll be just as efficient when it’s Bill’s turn. Oh, right, I forgot. Bill goes by Adrian Desmond now, doesn’t he?"

The man with the ruby earring wore a cavalier smirk, but his eyes held a chilling, murderous glint.