The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 610 - 651: The Night Owl Approaches Sienna Johnson (2)

Chapter 610: Chapter 651: The Night Owl Approaches Sienna Johnson (2)

If she had a son like that, so careless, Sienna Johnson would probably be driven to death by anger.

"Thank you, but I can’t drink tea since I’m pregnant. Just a glass of plain water would be fine."

The man’s gaze swept over her abdomen, noticing the slight swell. The light glinted off his glasses, and Sienna Johnson didn’t see the fleeting murderous intent in his eyes.

"Miss Johnson, you’re so young; I didn’t expect you to be married already," he said, half-joking, half-serious. "It’s truly a pity. If Miss Johnson weren’t married, I would have considered pursuing you."

Sienna Johnson didn’t take his words seriously, considering it mere pleasantry. "My husband’s surname is Desmond. You can just call me Mrs. Desmond."

Fortunately, Adrian Desmond wasn’t there. Otherwise, this man wouldn’t be sitting here so peacefully right now.

The man poured her a glass of plain water, thoughtfully added a slice of lemon, and placed it before her. "Please, enjoy."

"Thank you."

The man then sat behind the tea set, lifted the boiling teapot, poured hot water over the teacups, and then slowly and methodically began to prepare the tea according to the traditional tea ceremony.

Sienna Johnson’s first impression of this man was that he was a dandy, an extremely indulgent one at that. No wonder he wanted to sell the factory.

"May I ask, how much are you planning to sell this factory for?"

The man held the teacup before him, took a sip, and said casually, "Just offer whatever you think it’s worth." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Offer whatever I think it’s worth? Is he treating me like a beggar? Is this how business is done?

She smiled and said, "You must have a minimum price in mind, right? It would be better if you told me how much you’re planning to sell it for. That way, I can make a proper offer. Otherwise, if my offer is too low, you won’t be pleased, will you?"

"I would be pleased!" the man replied, then asked again, "Do you like to drink tea?"

"Yes."

"What kind of tea do you like?"

"I like green tea."

"Oriental tea is quite famous in Abyanabad. You could consider setting up a tea factory here. I think the market should be quite good."

Sienna Johnson shook her head gently. "I don’t know much about the tea industry, so I don’t have any plans to enter that business for now. I’m considering setting up a swallow’s nest processing factory primarily because I already run a pharmaceutical factory and own over 15 pharmacies. Making and selling swallow’s nests would be related to my existing business..."

The main reason, however, was that she couldn’t bear to see so many swallow’s nests on Swallow Island go to waste.

"Miss Johnson, are you in the business of medicinal herbs?"

"Yes, our Johnson Family’s ancestral business started as a pharmaceutical factory, and only later did we venture into other related industries."

"Did Miss Johnson study medicine?"

Sienna Johnson disliked the man repeatedly addressing her as Miss Johnson, but she didn’t bother to correct him. After all, it was unlikely they would meet often in the future, so she let it go.

"I studied medicine at university, but later had to give it up and go into business because there was no one to inherit the family business."

"Our experiences are quite similar," Javier Jervois said with a smile.

"Yes, it’s just that I don’t have Mr. Jervois’s courage."

Javier Jervois laughed self-deprecatingly. "Courage? It’s merely a lack of responsibility."

"Mr. Jervois, you’re joking."

"Mr. Jervois," Sienna Johnson said, steering the conversation back to business, already developing a headache from this exasperatingly unconventional partner. "May I ask how much you intend to sell this swallow’s nest processing factory for?"

"As I said, just offer any price you like. Miss Johnson, can you play the piano?"

"Yes, I can."

"Would you like to play a duet with me?"

Sienna Johnson found the man before her increasingly unreliable. She was inherently cautious and didn’t believe that good fortune simply fell into one’s lap—or that if it did, it would ever land on her. Therefore, she decided to pass on this seemingly great bargain.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Jervois, but I suddenly feel a bit unwell. I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you. I need to go to the hospital. Please excuse me."

Sienna Johnson placed a hand on her swollen belly, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Javier Jervois couldn’t understand what had gone wrong. Why would this woman suddenly decide to abandon the purchase of the swallow’s nest processing factory, especially when it was clear she wanted it?

He hesitated for a moment. "...You’re not going to buy it anymore?"

Sienna Johnson smiled but did not answer.

Based on the information he had about Sienna Johnson, Javier Jervois quickly deduced her reasoning. She must have found his earlier behavior too erratic, prompting her cautious nature to retreat. A truly interesting woman indeed.

"It’s not that I don’t want to tell you the factory’s price; it’s that I genuinely don’t know," he began to explain. "To be honest, my father passed away recently from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. When he was alive, this factory wasn’t doing well. I was preoccupied with my studies and know nothing about business, so I have no idea what this factory is currently worth.

"I’m about to graduate and start working, so I’ll be able to support myself. My mother left me a substantial dowry, so I’m not short of money. As for this factory, even though it’s halted operations, it still incurs daily costs just sitting here. I simply want to sell it as quickly as possible. Regarding its value, Miss Johnson, you strike me as a very astute businesswoman. I trust you’ll provide a fair valuation for it."

The man’s explanation for his unusual behavior seemed plausible to Sienna Johnson. He genuinely came across as a young master, oblivious to the practicalities of life.

"I can’t say for sure right now. I need to take a look at the factory’s production workshop and equipment, then go back and consider it before giving you a quote," said Sienna Johnson.

"Alright, I’ll take you to tour the factory."

The man walked over to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a pair of white gloves and a surgical mask, putting them on.

Noticing Sienna Johnson’s puzzled look, he explained, "Sorry, I’m a germaphobe!"

"I understand!"

Germaphobia really is a condition, Sienna Johnson thought. She’d had a classmate with the same issue who wouldn’t sit on a chair someone else had used. Every time they went out, her classmate would bring a small cushion to place on seats. Sienna Johnson had always wondered how such a woman would handle having a boyfriend, let alone kissing.

"Miss Johnson, please come this way," the man invited.

"Okay."

Brett Jacobs and Tatu watched, puzzled, as the man emerged wearing a face mask and white gloves. Sienna Johnson offered them a reassuring smile and followed Javier Jervois out.

Swallow’s nest processing plants were generally all quite similar. Sienna Johnson examined the manufacturing dates on the machinery; they had only been used for three years and were still relatively new. The production workshop was also new and in excellent condition. It was indeed quite impressive.

"Where have the factory workers gone?"

"The factory has stopped production, so they went home, naturally."

"How long has production been stopped?"

"For a little over half a month now."

Since the shutdown was recent, the workers should still be available, Sienna Johnson thought. She then asked, "The person who was originally in charge of production here—could you help me find them?"