The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 669 - 710: Sweet Talk

Samara walked nervously ahead of Shade Jervois, maintaining a step’s distance. Her gaze was cast downward, her lips brushing against the roses in her arms, a soft blush on her cheeks.

Through Aaron Faber’s eyes, this scene took on an entirely different meaning. An innocent young girl, her first stirrings of love, receiving roses from a young man for the first time, utterly overcome with shyness. She couldn’t even lift her head, her sweet kiss landing on the roses—a subtle expression of her fondness for the one who had given them to her.

He desperately wanted to kill that poaching fool!

"Samara!" Aaron Faber suddenly called out.

Samara jerked her head up and saw Aaron standing not far away. Surprise flickered in her eyes before she offered him a polite smile and lowered her gaze again.

"Samara, where are you going?" Aaron approached, determined not to let the two of them have any time alone.

"Oh, I’m taking Shade to eat roast duck."

"Roast duck? Is it Silerian roast duck?" Aaron chatted idly, smoothly maneuvering his way into joining them for roast duck.

"Yes."

"Silerian roast duck is truly delicious. Ever since I had it in Sileria City, I haven’t been able to forget it. No other delicacy can compare..."

Aaron gazed tenderly at Samara. In his eyes, she was that unforgettable Silerian roast duck.

Of course, his subtle confession was completely lost on the naive girl.

Samara continued, "I’ve roasted five. Would you like one?"

Aaron smiled. "That would be wonderful, thank you. Come on, let’s go to the kitchen and eat. Roast duck is best fresh from the oven."

"Exactly!"

"No!" Shade interjected possessively. In his eyes, those roast ducks were all his. He glared at the man trying to take his food with hostility and murderous intent.

If this man dares to take even one bite, I’ll blow his brains out.

"What’s wrong?" Aaron asked.

"Those roast ducks are mine. He can’t have any!" Shade declared.

Samara said softly, "I roasted five. You won’t be able to eat them all."

"I’ll take leftovers with me!"

Samara was displeased. "No. Of the five, you can only eat one. I need to feed my family too. My sister is pregnant; how could you be so shameless as to snatch food from her?"

Aaron seized the opportunity to make himself look good. "Samara, it’s alright. I won’t have any. Let your sister have it. If you happen to roast extra next time, you can give me some then."

"Okay, I’ll roast some for you next time then."

"Sounds good." Aaron cheered inwardly. Samara was being so pleasant to him. At this rate, he’d capture her heart soon enough.

Shade was completely unaware that Aaron had just subtly outmaneuvered him. Even if he had known, he probably wouldn’t have cared. For him, the allure of roast duck far outweighed Samara’s. The only reason he wanted to marry Samara was so he could eat delicious food every day.

...

A kitchen spacious enough for more than ten people to cook in simultaneously.

Samara carved the roast duck for Shade and prepared his special dipping sauce. Shade savored every bite, so engrossed in eating he didn’t utter a word.

"Eat slowly, don’t choke," Samara reminded him.

Aaron continued to play the part of an exceptionally obvious third wheel, occasionally offering his help to make his presence felt and curry favor.

"Samara, you must be tired. Shall I carve the duck?"

"Do you know how?"

"...Well..." He, in fact, did not. He came from a wealthy family and had always been served by others, never having served anyone himself. He was accustomed to being waited on hand and foot.

"Well, I can wash the dishes for you," Aaron offered, slightly embarrassed.

"I want more!" Shade demanded.

Glutton! Aaron thought.

"Hold on, I haven’t finished carving this one for you yet," Samara said.

Impatient, Shade grabbed an entire roast duck and started tearing into it with his teeth. Samara watched, dumbfounded. He had already eaten three roast ducks; this was his fourth.

Samara had roasted five ducks in total, intending for everyone to share. Yet, before they could even be brought to the table, Shade had devoured four of them all by himself.

Looking at the single remaining roast duck, Samara thought of her sister and quickly hid it. Otherwise, that last one probably wouldn’t survive either.

Fortunately, after finishing four ducks, Shade didn’t ask for more.

"I’m full!"

Thank goodness. Samara breathed a sigh of relief. Shade looked at Samara with the exact same expression he had when looking at food. "Next time I come, you’ll cook for me again! Four isn’t enough. You have to make ten!"

"Okay, but you have to do me a favor," Samara said, having fed him his fill. Now it was time for serious matters.

"What favor?"

Samara took out her phone and showed Shade a picture of the anklet on Sienna Johnson’s foot. When Shade saw it, he exclaimed, "Isn’t that ’Cobra’?"

Samara’s heart leaped with excitement. "You recognize it?"

"Yeah. Doctor X invented it. It can be used for listening, or as a bomb. It’s incredibly powerful. I once saw someone wearing a ’Cobra’ get blown into mincemeat. Bits of flesh were flying everywhere, like rain..."

Hearing his gruesome description, Samara’s face turned pale. Aaron asked on her behalf, "Since you recognize it, do you know how to remove it?"

"I do."

"How?" Aaron, being technically inclined, sounded excited.

"You need my brother’s fingerprint to unlock it."

Aaron frowned. Night Owl’s fingerprint? That’ll be incredibly difficult. "Can you get your brother’s fingerprint?"

"I advise you not to try and remove it!"

"Why not?"

Shade leaned closer, examining the picture. A conflicted expression appeared on his usually emotionless face. "Because if you try to remove it forcibly without my brother’s permission, it will explode. It’s not an ordinary bomb; it’s a miniature nuclear device. If it detonates, this entire castle will be obliterated."

Shade looked at Samara. "It’s too dangerous here. Come with me to Death Island."

"My family is here! I’m not going anywhere!" Samara retorted.

Death Island is far more dangerous than here! Aaron thought.

"Didn’t you just say it would blow someone into mincemeat?" Aaron interjected, recalling Shade’s earlier words. He sensed a contradiction, making him suspicious of Shade’s claims.

"Oh, that one was different. This is ’World’s End’—the upgraded version of ’Cobra’!"

... Aaron was speechless.

"...Even if you got my brother’s fingerprint, it would be useless," Shade continued. "You don’t know which finger’s print it is."

"Can’t we try them one by one?" Samara asked, her voice trembling.

"Try the wrong one, and it explodes!"

Samara’s eyes welled up, and tears began to stream down her face. Seeing her cry, Shade looked completely bewildered.

"Why are you crying?"